April 16, 2008

• Recently . . .

  I work at a company that deals with Healthcare . . more specifically a program that the State of Ohio offers called Hospital Care Assurance (program) [HCAP].  I process applications, deal with patients . . deal with clients (hospitals) etc etc. 

  
  

  [I don't fear being dooced . .
  as no one on this earth really knows that I have a blog.
    Those that read my blog, don't really know my full name ... .
  so, I feel ok writing about work.]

  
  

  I’ve recently been put on ‘assignment’ with one of our clients.  I’m off site, working from the hospital offices and it has been . . . . interesting.  To say the least.

  
  

  First . . my commute has doubled in length.  (dare I say that my company has decided NOT to pay me extra to cover the mileage.  figures)
  Second . . .  it’s a dungeon in here.  My company has a more ‘open’ floor plan . . the cubes are open and light in color, there are wide walkways and bright lighting, there are green plants everywhere.  Here?  Not so much.  The walls are a dark military green, the cubes are a dark slate color and they are smashed into the space like sardines.  It’s like a prison . . or a massively fucked up maze.  It’s very easy to get lost in here.  Infact . . it’s very easy to zone out and not be productive.
  Third . . yeah . . productivity.  HAH.  These people don’t know what WORK means.  I head to the restroom, and then detour to the lunchroom to grab water . . and the two people I passed gabbing at the cube next to me are STILL gabbing upon my return.  And are STILL gabbing on my next trip to the restroom.  I came in one month ago, and have produced more work in that period of time than the person doing this job had produced in A YEAR.  a year.  365 days.  48 weeks. are you shitting me?  In all reality . . I goof around on the internet as much as everyone else (this blog . . case in point) . . but I’m still producing 400%  more work volume?  Jesus . . what do these people do around here?
  Fourth . . phlegm boy.  I’ve left the best for last.  Phlegm boy sits in the cube next to me.  [The last post I submitted was about him.]  He horks up the entire contents of his lungs approx. 20 to 30 times a day.  This should be bad enough . . . ohbutthere’smore.  He takes calls from patients. He talks to them like they are 2 yrs old and vegetables . . . and then gets complaints (naturally) and talks to the boss like the he/she is mentally challenged.  The other day . . an older woman called in.  Hospital billing is confusing, and she was completely lost.  Instead of helping her through her confusion . . he just proceeded to yell at her, demean and belittle her, until she was reduced to tears.   He then told her that none of this was any of his problem anyway, and he hung up on her.    May you rot in hell Phlegm boy . . for not only making me want to hurl my lunch all over you, but for being a complete, downright 100% cold blooded asshole.  Congratulations. 

  
  

  So yes . . my experience here has been rather interesting here in the land of Hospital Bureaocracy.  And now they think I’m wonderful and want to hire me. . . .

  
  

  I wonder how much coin I can squeeze . . .

  • 2:47 pm
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