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The Beginning of the End

I have been working as a temp at a hospital for too damn long.

Grumble!

Never in my professional life have I been a temp at the same client for five years. It's unheard-of. It's stupid, for starters. Add to that my whopping 71 cent raise during that time, and the fact that I have been expected to manage 300+ doctors, 120+ groups, and a dozen health plans that merge, buy, sell each other, and at random "lose" applications and terminate doctors for no reason, and it's a nightmare of slave labor. But really the worst part has been that there is no boss. The person overseeing the work I do had it dumped on him in addition to his regular job, more than 15 years ago, with the directive to keep the "loss center on life support until [they] figure something out."

I have repeatedly told him that this is madness, and they either need to get some one in charge to take care of the insanity, or let it die the death it is seeking. But no one listens. "Job security," he tells me. I wonder if the slaves heard the same about picking tobacco.

I've suspected since talk began about building the replacement hospital that one of the changes would be that my position in the department would be phased out. So as they talked about the future in the new location, I knew I wasn't going to be part of that picture, and I was okay with that: I don't want to be doing this for the rest of my life.

But then last week I heard a rumor about the bus routes being replanned, and this week found out for certain that the bus I take to work won't be running as of November 24. The closest other route leaves me almost a mile from the office, on a street with a bridge and no sidewalks.

So yesterday he's giving me a pep talk about "embracing" the chaos that is my job, "stepping up" and taking charge of the department, and then tells me that the largest payor, the only plan that really makes any money for the hospital and keeps this mess going, is losing membership in the area and will likely be suspending business.

Every time I opened my mouth to tell him the buses had taken the option off my hands, he got more peppy.

But when I got home, I realized that the anxiety was gone. I realized, I'm FREE!

Next week I get to tell my company and my clients that they need to get a replacement ASAP, and I will train that person to beat the dead horse, and then I never have to worry about that mess again. None of the problems are my problems anymore!

It doesn't matter yet that I'll need a new job, that I'm losing my sole source of income in xmess shopping season, that it's nothing less than cruel to dump this mess on some one else. Right now it's only the relief of being liberated.

Relief and the hangover from celebrating last night. It's all good.

Bad Spam

Checking my email this morning, I had four messages in the Spam folder advertising child porn.

Most spam I just delete without concern. But in this case I wasn't going to just dump the junk. Gmail doesn't have a one-click reporting feature, so I did an online search and found that the Cyber Tipline of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children http://www.cybertipline.com/ has an online reporting form. (It includes options for reporting incidents in or from the UK, Australia, and Canada as well.)

I'm pretty liberal about live and let live, but the exploitation of children is something that no one should be okay with.