Have you ever been told you might have some bacterial buildup in your eyes and to consider lid cleansing wipes?
Asking for a friend...
Have you ever been told you might have some bacterial buildup in your eyes and to consider lid cleansing wipes?
Asking for a friend...
Who schedules an early meeting the morning after a holiday weekend?
Have you ever had to issue a mea culpa? How should one go about doing so?
I've never been wrong so can't really advise.
Asking for another friend.
The interminable last week has begun. It was a particular punch in the gut to drive past the neighborhood pool on the way in this morning and momentarily wonder what all the commotion was about, only to then realize that everybody else is celebrating today's official beginning of their summer vacation.
Today's tasks consist of the ongoing completion of year-end evaluations, the last stanza of The Land Before Time, and the first half or so of Kiki's Delivery Service.
All the time. All. The. Time. I am wrong on so many occasions on our patient care hotline that I tell people up front that I may very well be wrong and my failure will be readily apparent to them in how the patient responds. I tell them to call me back if things don't go the way I think they will. When I worked in the hospital I was our educator and I had all kinds of ideas about how to fix sick babies. There was a subset of co-workers who liked that about me and would embrace my input. There was another subset of co-workers who hated my stinking guts and wondered why people came to me. Those folks would relish the times when I was incorrect so I learned early to own my failures and to shut up about my successes.
It’s a nice day again. Monitoring email counts as work, I believe.
Well, here goes. My accusations were incorrect. This morning's early meeting had been moved to Wednesday. But my phone hadn't updated the meeting times. So, the despotic overloads appointed over me by the large soulless organization that employs me were not in fact complicit in creating a rocky start to the week. Their poorly selected tools for interactivity and connectedness were in fact at fault.
How was that????
My wife is really good at this. She is frequently sorry that someone's feelings got hurt. Now the onus is still on the person with the feelings who were hurt. But she does find it to be lamentable.