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Greetings on this smokey Friday! It's not even seven thirty and we're already in the air quality red zone, sitting at 160. I am not looking forward to visiting dad today. At least the hospital probably has good filtration.
Yesterday took roughly forever. I swear, it had to have been more than 8 hours. Felt like at least 12. I got all my work done, and did the busy work like a good person, but it just dragged. The highlight of my day was getting to update a powerpoint I'd made with new information. (I do love powerpoint.) It also gives me a little shot of glee that this powerpoint is going to go beyond my dept. It's basically a rock dropped in another department's pond. But, the other department isn't doing shit right despite being told by a manager, so now we're getting their manager involved. And that will minimize shit that comes into the pending queue, and make my busywork job less frustrating.
The underlying problem is that our delivery system is fucked. We don't have our own trucking company, so we rely on a patchwork of companies, each who do things differently. And some remote areas, we use a company whose system only nominally connects with ours. We can't book pickups, we have to email them to register them. And then they send us a pickup number, which we can't track in any of our systems. We just got access to one of their systems to track them about 2 months ago. This company is my particular goat rodeo. When we book pickups, the old way was that if they were more than 100miles away from the store, it was considered a long haul pickup. In a lot of areas that's no longer the case, so people are sending return notes when they shouldn't, and it's delaying shit and customers are getting pissed.
Hopefully this will help, but there's at least one person in that department who is very resistant to change, and I think she's going to give pushback. She's basically my nemesis. I'm easygoing and flexible, she's capslock and hidebound. I do research and ask questions when it seems like something may have changed, she burrows in and holds onto the old way harder. She's case errored me repeatedly for doing whats correct (and documenting it clearly) and leaves her comment in full capslock glory. I honestly wish I could have popcorn when they drop the new process on her.
Dad seems to be doing okay, but his blood cultures grew, so they've done two new cultures, and changed up his antibiotics. According to his doctor, he'll need to stay a few more days until the new cultures come back, just to make sure they're covering him. This of course most likely means that they'll be calling to send him home tomorrow when we have two games scheduled.
Of more concern, his oxygen saturations continue to be low, stubbornly staying at 90, while he's on oxygen. You want it to be in the 90s on room air, and he's obviously not there. My assumption is that before he comes home, we're going to be visited by the respiratory therapy fairies to get properly outfitted with oxygen. I really don't know how long this is going to go on. He seems to be declining fast, and I don't really expect that he's going to be around that long.
In happier news, I booked my hotel room for CONfab! I didn't go through the con site, because they only had doubles and Jess and I do not fit in a double bed in any way, shape or form. But, Expedia had a pretty good rate, and you still get free breakfast, so it's all good. Next up, con memberships!
Okay, going to get some more coffee, and maybe consider pants. Everyone have the best Friday!
Yesterday took roughly forever. I swear, it had to have been more than 8 hours. Felt like at least 12. I got all my work done, and did the busy work like a good person, but it just dragged. The highlight of my day was getting to update a powerpoint I'd made with new information. (I do love powerpoint.) It also gives me a little shot of glee that this powerpoint is going to go beyond my dept. It's basically a rock dropped in another department's pond. But, the other department isn't doing shit right despite being told by a manager, so now we're getting their manager involved. And that will minimize shit that comes into the pending queue, and make my busywork job less frustrating.
The underlying problem is that our delivery system is fucked. We don't have our own trucking company, so we rely on a patchwork of companies, each who do things differently. And some remote areas, we use a company whose system only nominally connects with ours. We can't book pickups, we have to email them to register them. And then they send us a pickup number, which we can't track in any of our systems. We just got access to one of their systems to track them about 2 months ago. This company is my particular goat rodeo. When we book pickups, the old way was that if they were more than 100miles away from the store, it was considered a long haul pickup. In a lot of areas that's no longer the case, so people are sending return notes when they shouldn't, and it's delaying shit and customers are getting pissed.
Hopefully this will help, but there's at least one person in that department who is very resistant to change, and I think she's going to give pushback. She's basically my nemesis. I'm easygoing and flexible, she's capslock and hidebound. I do research and ask questions when it seems like something may have changed, she burrows in and holds onto the old way harder. She's case errored me repeatedly for doing whats correct (and documenting it clearly) and leaves her comment in full capslock glory. I honestly wish I could have popcorn when they drop the new process on her.
Dad seems to be doing okay, but his blood cultures grew, so they've done two new cultures, and changed up his antibiotics. According to his doctor, he'll need to stay a few more days until the new cultures come back, just to make sure they're covering him. This of course most likely means that they'll be calling to send him home tomorrow when we have two games scheduled.
Of more concern, his oxygen saturations continue to be low, stubbornly staying at 90, while he's on oxygen. You want it to be in the 90s on room air, and he's obviously not there. My assumption is that before he comes home, we're going to be visited by the respiratory therapy fairies to get properly outfitted with oxygen. I really don't know how long this is going to go on. He seems to be declining fast, and I don't really expect that he's going to be around that long.
In happier news, I booked my hotel room for CONfab! I didn't go through the con site, because they only had doubles and Jess and I do not fit in a double bed in any way, shape or form. But, Expedia had a pretty good rate, and you still get free breakfast, so it's all good. Next up, con memberships!
Okay, going to get some more coffee, and maybe consider pants. Everyone have the best Friday!
