Thursday, March 15, 2007

Death By Work

I think my employer is trying to kill me through my job. Go in early, put on non-breathing, full wrap 20 pound lead apron, set up sterile field/table, assist physician for a couple hours during case, clean room/process images as fast as possible, get next patient and repeat until several hours after scheduled end of workday. Go home, sit down, come back in middle of night to do some more, then go home: repeat process all next day.

I've got a lead apron that looks like it's developing unknown lifeforms on the lining, and it's generating interesting smells depending on the room temperature.

I wonder if my local library has any openings for a job requiring sitting in a chair for hours on end with an occasional foray into the stacks?

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