Never a Dull Moment

I have been incredibly haphazard in my writing since mid-December.  A crazy schedule isn't much of an excuse, but it is mine.  I thought once the holidays were behind us thing would calm down.  It shows you what  a noob I am in the workforce.

We had two drivers at work give notice within two days of each other--and neither one of them actually finished their "two weeks notice".  The boss at work was interviewing as soon as he got their notices, but the interviews have been  on going and so far as I know only one guy has been hired.  So today--due to our one remaining driver's class schedule--we have no driver at work so our general manager will have to take over.  Because he usually covers the office and phone in the afternoon so I can get home shortly after The Boy is out of school, I have opted to help the team out by staying later than I normally do, allowing him to cover the others' jobs that otherwise wouldn't get done.

Team players are few and far between it would seem.  That is disappointing, and it makes me angry.

Maybe I have limited work experiences, but I haven't ever been fired from a job, and the only times I have left was because I was leaving to go to college--from my high school job.  My manager there knew that was my plan when she hired me.

In college I worked at the local mall until I found something on-campus and I worked both jobs for a little while until they got my replacement trained at the mall.  I left the on-campus job when I began student teaching, which they knew about from the "git go".  And my only "real" job after graduation (until this one now) was a contracted position in a dental lab. I finished my contract--even after a premature baby arrived 5 weeks ahead of schedule and I had to leave her with my sister in law (I was pumping breast milk while I worked 4x10/hr weeks) the first three weeks of her life.  But I had the integrity to finish my promised commitment.

That is old fashioned, I suppose.  But that is how I roll.

After watching my neighbor's kid--that I got hired as a driver--give leave, then not work much of that 2 weeks because he was sick and then just leave with 4 days left in his notice period when we could have REALLY used his help, I'm never going to vouch for another young adult--or anyone else for that matter--again. It's sad. 

I sure hope these new guys are really prepared to work.  There is a lot of satisfaction when the work we do helps a patient feel comfortable enough to pass away.  The family knows we have provided whatever we can to help their loved one and the care givers.  But it takes a different dedication I guess than everyone has. 

That must mean those of us at work are weird.  I know that sometimes weird is good.