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I wanded a woman yesterday who had no elbow.  Her arm just sort of hung, from about halfway down.  When I asked her to turn her palms up toward the ceiling she did, and her forearm was still dangling.  You don't realize how much we need those darned bones.  She could use her arm and hand, but it was sort of like a tentacle, and had no resistance to gravity.  I tried to concentrate on what I was doing and not show any response, but when she said, "I have no elbow," all I could think of to say was, "Well.  That's quite a ... thing." 

My OJT for this new protocol (which I can't tell you about or I'd have to kill you, and who knows how many people I'd have to track down - that'd be a big pain in the butt) is signed off and now I get to monitor other people's OJT.  Today should be interesting.  I get to start that after doing a couple of hours work in the checkpoint with the morning shift.  I've been doing that all week - going in two or two and a half hours early, working in the checkpoint, then usually going downstairs for my OJT time.  Except for yesterday, because we were so understaffed that they decided to not sign me off because they didn't think we had time to slow down for OJT.  And because something got messed up in my paperwork.  I got that sorted out last night. 

I'm so glad that this is Friday.  These eleven hour days are killer.  I do have two days off, though.  Although, I just got reminded, yesterday, that tomorrow there is an intro bellydance class, and I told someone I'd go to that with her.  It's important, though, to not let my mood (and exhaustion) make me change my plans.  I planned to go, I will go.  I need to keep active. 

my first student, and my temper

I got my first OJT 'student' (for want of a better word), Style, finished, today.  Or almost finished.  I have to contact the other OJT monitor - Detail - tomorrow and ask him to add the time which he tracked onto the official sheet and take it to a manager to sign off.  I only had to track two hours and go down through a bunch of profficiency signoffs.  I think Style knows what he's doing.  He'd better, or I'll kick him.  :)  Seriously, though, if I turn out to be a good OJT monitor it will be due to his patience as my first student, being my guinea pig and letting me practice my techniques on him.

*refers back to her subject line*  Oh, I was going to admit to my temper.  Yes.  Now, in my defense, I've been feeling a bit stressed out, lately, and was feeling a bit more so this afternoon given that I was doing the OJT monitoring for the first time, and it was my Friday after a full week of eleven hour days.  But I also have to admit that a particular co-worker (MinisterJaundice) has managed to really push me over the edge a few times.  I lost my temper and he ended up giving me the silent treatment, and then later I felt guilty about being so mean.  He's not a bad guy, he just likes to push my buttons.  I was agonizing over it, and Style said he thought that what I was really upset about was that I had let him get me angry and I didn't know why.  But now that I've thought about it for a while I realize that it's really rather simple.  I lose my temper with him, he shuts up, I get to enjoy some quiet.  His giving me the silent treatment, far from being a punishment, is so damned pleasant that I'm becoming conditioned to the idea that losing my temper will lead to a nice thing - the absence of his voice.  Plus there's the added catharsis factor, which, seeing as I've been so stressed out, is kind of good. 

*yawns prodigiously*  What the heck am I still doing up?  I was falling asleep on my feet at work, and tomorrow I have to go to the bellydance class - I should have been abed two hours ago.