Thess vs the World

However. It has given us one of the better reaction images of our time.

The entire office is going to shit, I swear.

I crashed early because of fatigue, woke up way too early because of pain, and debated calling in because ... seriously, I felt rough. But I figured I'd see how I got on for the day; I know we've been a bit slammed lately.

These fuckwits should be really glad that I have a work ethic.

First of all, I logged in to, like, thirty emails. It turns out that management neglected to assign someone to the shared inbox, so I guess it went to Someone Else - someone who is not on the rota and therefore does not receive a copy of the rota. So once again we had someone who does not know that I don't work on Mondays. So most of those were the twenty-something supplementary reports that whoever picked up the shared inbox yesterday sent my way without so much as checking to see if I was in. I swear, I'm going to have to set up an out of "office" email to kick off every Monday going like, "I AM NOT IN ON MONDAYS; SEND THAT SHIT ELSEWHERE".

Then? Well, okay, there's two ways we get supplementary reports. Most other hospitals or other parts of our organisation, they just email them to us. But one hospital just gave us a login for their system and insisted that we sort it out. I've actually worked in that specific hospital - in that specific department, even - and that honestly tracks; they were a lazy and lackadaisical bunch of fuckers. Anyway, turns out that either their doctors went on a reporting frenzy or Goblin's been ignoring the reports out of that hospital. Possibly both. Because there are upwards of a dozen reports that we haven't transferred to our system and subsequently authorised. I got, like, four done, because I'd already blown more than an hour getting the backlog of emails sorted out.

Speaking of issues with other hospitals, there's one that sends us specimens that ... well ... they seem to have some issues with scanning request forms onto our system. Or someone does, but it's only the request forms from that specific hospital that are the problem. Like, four out of five pending reports won't have a request form scanned onto the system at all; the fifth will have not only the request form for that case, but request forms from up to five different cases, which I then have to weed through to make sure I have the right one. So since there's no way to track down where any single request form has been mis-scanned, I have to trust that the doctor dictating the report is speaking clearly and, occasionally, reading handwriting accurately. Not a given, all things considered. So that's another bit of mess.

And they are so. Fucking. BLATANT about leaving me the long shit now. I didn't actually end up having time to touch the 21-minute-long Breast Guy report they left for me, though I did do a few of the other dissection cut-ups because I, unlike some of my colleagues, am not a lazy mare. Still, someone else can deal with Breast Guy's bullshit for a change, when I have to deal with the tricky accents, the missing request forms, the other cut-ups, and a thirty report backlog of supplementaries in my email because apparently a few of those doctors work weekends and just dump everything at us on Mondays.

And then I had to go out for painkillers. I'm not sure if overtime is going to be on the cards, but either way, this is going to be a painful week. The queue's up around 300 now, and only about forty of those are from yesterday, which means our doctors are busting their asses, and no one's pushing to keep up. Don't even get me started on one of the Someones At The Other Office who opened two documents, listened to them, found them too tricky, sat on them all weekend, and then reintroduced them to the queue.