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Oct. 21st, 2008 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiffel_71
Into work early this afternoon to give blood. When I arrived to read the introductory folder, Ali, who used to be a supervisor in the TU until she moved upstairs a few weeks ago, was sitting at the table waiting to be called. For a while I wondered if I was going to be allowed to donate today after all, as Simon, the carer who did my health check, thought my voice sounded like I had a cold. Then, where I'd ticked on the questionnaire that I'd visited the doctor within the past week, I had to tell him I'd been to see whether what I'd been suffering from earlier in the month had been just a cold or something more; although I made it clear the doc had given me a clean bill of health, Simon decided to fetch the nurse and let her adjudicate - "that way the buck stops with someone else". Before he left the room to fetch her, he double-checked "So you've not been abroad during the past 12 months?"
"No. Not unless you count Jersey."
It turns out they do. "The Channel Islands aren't part of the UK." So I had to change my answer to that question on the form and initial the alteration.
The nurse, Sue, after asking me the circumstances, had no problem with me giving blood today. What she did have a problem with was the way I write the date in figures - '21 x 08', using lower-case Roman numerals for the month. I always write short dates that way, but Sue said it was not likely to be acceptable to the National Blood Service. She was ready to cross it out and re-write it in an uncontroversial format, but I saved her the trouble, converting the 'x' into an 'O' and a 'C' then adding a 'T'.
After all that, I finally got called to lie down and donate. Like several previous occasions, Simon had a tricky time finding a suitable vein, but after giving me a mass of plastic to squeeze hard he found a side vein. Did my donation without any trouble - Simon said near the end that he'd been afraid the vein would collapse, but it had been no problem at all - then back over to the table to read some Black Widowers over a coffee and ginger nuts.
We're due to write our Mid-Year Reviews around now. All through the shift people were coming off the phones to sit at four allocated PCs to enter theirs. Twice Sue #5 asked me if I was nearly ready, but each time, by the time there was an unoccupied PC I was stuck doing an interview. I finally managed to get over to her just after 8.30 - only to find that we had to log in to the Atlas system to write our reviews and that I'd forgotten my Atlas password. DOHHH!
I hit the 'Forgot your password?' button and a message appeared saying a new one was being generated and would be e-mailed to me. Trooped back to my booth and logged into my e-mail account - nothing. I went over to Sue and explained the situation, and she said the new password would take time to generate. "Do your review tomorrow."
"I don't work Wednesdays."
"Are you in Thursday?"
"I've swapped out of Thursday."
"Are you in Friday?" I am. "Do it on Friday."
Except Sue is on lates on Friday so I can't be sure she'll be in on time to set me up to write my review before I go at 2.30 (although she reckoned she should), and I'm not sure whether the manager on earlies on Friday (whoever that is) would be able or willing to help me out in her absence. Ho hum.
While this was going on Hawks were losing 3-0 at AFC Wimbledon. Where will this slump end? The Southern League? Heaven forbid.
"No. Not unless you count Jersey."
It turns out they do. "The Channel Islands aren't part of the UK." So I had to change my answer to that question on the form and initial the alteration.
The nurse, Sue, after asking me the circumstances, had no problem with me giving blood today. What she did have a problem with was the way I write the date in figures - '21 x 08', using lower-case Roman numerals for the month. I always write short dates that way, but Sue said it was not likely to be acceptable to the National Blood Service. She was ready to cross it out and re-write it in an uncontroversial format, but I saved her the trouble, converting the 'x' into an 'O' and a 'C' then adding a 'T'.
After all that, I finally got called to lie down and donate. Like several previous occasions, Simon had a tricky time finding a suitable vein, but after giving me a mass of plastic to squeeze hard he found a side vein. Did my donation without any trouble - Simon said near the end that he'd been afraid the vein would collapse, but it had been no problem at all - then back over to the table to read some Black Widowers over a coffee and ginger nuts.
We're due to write our Mid-Year Reviews around now. All through the shift people were coming off the phones to sit at four allocated PCs to enter theirs. Twice Sue #5 asked me if I was nearly ready, but each time, by the time there was an unoccupied PC I was stuck doing an interview. I finally managed to get over to her just after 8.30 - only to find that we had to log in to the Atlas system to write our reviews and that I'd forgotten my Atlas password. DOHHH!
I hit the 'Forgot your password?' button and a message appeared saying a new one was being generated and would be e-mailed to me. Trooped back to my booth and logged into my e-mail account - nothing. I went over to Sue and explained the situation, and she said the new password would take time to generate. "Do your review tomorrow."
"I don't work Wednesdays."
"Are you in Thursday?"
"I've swapped out of Thursday."
"Are you in Friday?" I am. "Do it on Friday."
Except Sue is on lates on Friday so I can't be sure she'll be in on time to set me up to write my review before I go at 2.30 (although she reckoned she should), and I'm not sure whether the manager on earlies on Friday (whoever that is) would be able or willing to help me out in her absence. Ho hum.
While this was going on Hawks were losing 3-0 at AFC Wimbledon. Where will this slump end? The Southern League? Heaven forbid.
