Workplace
All Day I Dream About Serving ( Patients)
It was an unusual Friday in Durham, NC but my usual start of my weekend shift. I say it was unusual because it was 23 degrees outside and snow on the ground. Usually when it's like the city is shut down. Me being an essential worker and the weekend manager of the Emergency Dept I headed out to work. My drive was about an hour in as I lived in Greensboro. Once I arrived at work I went in my office and started taking off my heavy layers and changed out of my furry boots and put on my gym shoes which always matched my dresses or outfit. Todays gym shoe was a pair of snakeskin black adidas shell toe. Once I got myself together I walked out of my office down the hall as I turned the corner I saw one of the nurses in the lost and found. I spoke and asked what she was doing. She spoke with our usual language calling me Chicago as I call her Chitown, both of us being from Chicago. She went on to tell me of a homeless man who came in and didn't have any shoes as someone had stole his so she was trying to see if they had any that might fit him. I didn't think much more about it and headed to the front of the ED to relieve the night shift person as my staff was short and to help out I'd taken on the responsibility of the front desk. Once at the front desk I saw Chitown walk back past saying she was going to look for some more. A few minutes later she appeared again with a pair of hot pink running shoes and said this is the last pair hopefully these will fit. She walked over to a small figure and bent down helping him with trying on the shoe. She lifted up as he shook his head and walked back over by me saying these didn't fit either and that's all we have. Standing on the other side of the arrival desk I asked what size does he wear. She said about a seven. I took oh my gym shoe and looked at the tongue as I couldn't remember if they were boys or woman but usually all my gym shoes are boys. I saw 7 and handed to her and said " Here, see if this fits" She asked me was I sure in disbelief as everybody knew how I was about my shoe attire. I said " Yes". She went over to the man and told him to try it on and she came back and said it fit. I then handed her the other one and she said " Are you sure?" I responded " Yes" at which time she took him the other shoe. As I'm sitting there with no shoes on one of my staff members walked up and I asked her to go to my office and get my boots for me. Next thing I know this small figure was standing in front of me on the other side of the desk with water in his eyes he grabbed my hand and said "Thank you so much!" I said " You're welcome! You take care! As I watched him walk out the door I was so happy that I was able to help him. The nurses asked me why I did that and I explained to them there is no way I could send a man out of here on one of our coldest days with either those hospital booties or nothing on his feet, it wouldn't sit right with me knowing I could've made a difference in that man's life even if it was minimal his smile made my day. Also I look at situations like put yourself in that situation wouldn't you want someone to help you if they could. I would go one to be nominated for an award which I had no idea and I actually came up with what we do in healthcare ADIDAS…ALL DAY I DREAM ABOUT SERVING (patients). I've always tried to find other ways to help the patients outside of not being clinical and this was my moment to help one of our patients.
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Office Bully
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By Allison Kamholz4 years ago in Confessions
Work
As we have established academia was not my forte therefore my transition from the school yard and into the world of work could only take one of two pathways, one being the world of manual labour/factory fodder or with a great deal of good fortune into the fortunate life of a trade. In 1964 I was extremely lucky to gain an apprenticeship in joinery through a family member who secured me a placement with a local building company and the same Gods that deserted me when I shat my pants in my primary school days had now deemed my life on this planet worthwhile when I found myself entering the gates of C.&G.L. Desoers Ltd Master Builders based at 2-4 Marathon Street Liverpool 6, armed with my brew (sugar and tea wrapped in newspaper) and cheese & onion sandwiches ready to start my life as an apprentice. Although deep down I was shaking like a jelly outwardly I was trying to portray the confidence that was befitting of an experienced man of the world, I quickly learned that my bravado never fooled anyone. Within an hour of meeting my work colleagues I soon came to realise where in the food chain of the workplace I actually fitted and if I thought my first day at school was bad enough I never could have imagined what this so called mature adult world had in store for me. I had been instructed by the foreman that my role was to be a 'runner' and 'can lad' (messenger and tea maker) for those on the shop floor and to keep my mouth closed and my ears open and that my duties would include going to the shop prior to lunchtime with their orders which mainly meant the chippy and to brew the tradesmen’s individual cans of tea on my return in readiness for lunch. So having a clear understanding of what was expected of me I decided to show initiative hoping to prove myself a valuable member of the team, now armed with my note paper and pencil I started to take orders from each individual hoping to make a good impression with my keenness. There were four Joiners, two Machinists and two general labourers plus Mr Hughes the Foreman and as a wet behind the ears gullible fresh piece of meat, my first ever lunch order I diligently took was as follows: Joiner Fred "I'll have one bag of chips and one piece of Cod, 20 Woodies (cigarettes) and a pint of pigeons milk". Machinist Bill, asked me to call in to ironmongers next to chippy and ask if they had an elastic tape measure in stock and to find out the cost. Joiner Bob, again while at the ironmongers asked me to pick up one large tin of blue fog. Labourer Tom, "I'll have a bag of chips and a pot of curry sauce also while at ironmongers ask if they sell fanny crack filler". Foreman Mr. Hughes, requested me on the way back to call into the front office and ask Mr. Desoer if he could give me a long stand. So having humiliated myself at the ironmongers asking for ‘Fanny crack filler’ ‘blue fog’ ‘Pigeons milk’ and an ‘elastic tape’ I was now being told to wait outside the front office while somebody fetched the long stand while juggling an arm full of wrapped steamy fish and chips before then being sent back to the workshop after a 10 minutes minus the mythical stand and having to listen to the howls of laughter from my so called work colleagues on the shop floor, at this point I couldn't imagine my life being any worse but how wrong I was. That afternoon when all the lunchtime activities had settled down and my humiliation was beginning to fade and the day was drawing to a close I was engrossed in my cleaning duties of brushing up the shavings and preparing the workshop in readiness for home time when my nightmare truly began, what happened next put being placed down a school yard coke chute by a group of pimply faced morons into insignificance? When out of the blue I was duly set upon by the two muscular labourers who pinned me to the workshop floor then proceeded to drag my trousers down below my knees, before continuing to remove my underpants and began to smear my genitals in fish glue which in turn were being showered in wood shavings by the rest of the workers. I had been well and truly initiated and apparently this was an accepted ritual for all new apprentices throughout the building industry and totally endorsed by employers and employees who turned a blind eye to these so called initiations and dismissed them as workplace pranks, but this was the sixties when OHS&W was non existent and I thought my school days were bad. But revenge can sometimes be sweet, very sweet indeed and it was some weeks later that I began to reap my reward or should I say rewards as my revenge lasted for the whole year and to this day I'm sure my devious exploits have gone undetected which still brings a wry smile to my face as I share this with you. As I stated earlier my duties as a first year apprentice included preparing and making my work colleagues 'cans of tea' in readiness for their lunch which in turn meant cleaning out the cans from the morning break. Being a dedicated 'Can Lad' and keen apprentice I took these duties very seriously and had decided that the only way to keep these Cans' clean and free from tea stains was to urinate in them and boy did I urinate in them, every working day for the rest of the year I performed my duties with diligence and a great deal of hot steamy body fluid. My initiation may have been humiliating but after all it was only one day of barbaric and archaic behaviour and my sweet revenge was calculated, lasting and extremely pleasurable to observe those nasty bastards sipping their lunchtime cuppa's while I sat watching, eating my cheese & onion sandwiches and occasionally giggling to myself while enquiring 'how's your tea?’ Three years into my apprenticeship and things had settled down, I had become a true member of the team and my joinery skills were improving day by day, the demons of the past had truly faded along with the glue stains that had engulfed my juvenile genitals. I was happy with my lot after all I had moved on from my initial pay slip of two pound sixteen shillings and eight pence a week as a 15 year old to earning over eight pounds a week at 17, which in 1966 to me was a small fortune. My mum would take three pound for housekeeping and I had the princely sum of a fiver ever week to spend as I liked, my life was on the up after all one pound ten shillings could buy you 8 pints of lager, a packet of 20 woodies and a curry. Things could not have been better when out of the blue the worse possible news was delivered to me one bright sunny August morning as I entered the gates to start another working day, when I was greeted by Mr. Hughes and led into his office to be told that my apprenticeship was to be suspended as Desoers Building Contractors were going into receivership and my employment would be terminated effective immediately. Mr. Desoer himself apologised personally for the situation he found himself in and promised to do everything in his power to have my apprenticeship transferred to another builder for completion. True to his word within two days I received news that my apprenticeship would be taken over and continued with a London based company called Trollope and Colls who were one of the main contractors on the massive building project in the city centre of Liverpool I was to finish serving my time on the largest building site the north of England had seen at that time. I would spend the next three years working on one of Liverpool’s most iconic features, the amazing St Johns shopping precinct and I had the opportunity and good fortune to have played my part in the construction of Liverpool’s tallest building the St Johns Beacon, now known as the Radio City Tower which is one of the cities great skyline features and stands proud along with the two amazing Cathedrals and of cause the famous Liver building with it’s iconic Liver birds staring out over the River Mersey. Radio City Tower is a radio and observation tower formally a revolving restaurant and ventilation shaft built in 1969 and opened by Queen Elizabeth II It was designed by James A. Roberts Associates in Birmingham. It is 138 meters (452 foot) tall, and is the second tallest free-standing building in Liverpool and the 32nd tallest in the United Kingdom. When considering the height of the building, however, it has a 10 metre long antenna on the roof, making it the highest structure in Liverpool. So my claim of working on Liverpool’s tallest building still remains true at the time of penning this memoir.
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Good days, Bad days
I have always struggled with anxiety. No one ever explained to me what it is or even told me that it was okay that I was dealing with it. But It's something that's been evading my day-to-day activities since I was a child. The main focus of my anxiety was fear. Fear that something would go wrong at some point in my day and it had been that thought, that worry, that fear that kept me company growing up.
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Is Your Salesperson Calling You a Bogue?
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Day Has Gone By
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