Perils of modern living in the office

If you have e-mail, it just might get hacked if you open attachments you shouldn't. I'm so glad one of my technical people actually confirmed my suspicions recently. Our mail has been terrible. The issues we have with technology are scary, but not surprising.

My latest issue: some of my coworkers want to be exempt from policies and procedures that can cause issues with billing some services they provide. This is another example of following the chain of command. They do it (or suggest it) so I have to make their boss aware of the situation. It sucks, frankly, when these same folks could have been doing this job (they've been dodging) for a few years now, had they let me put the resources in place.

More construction starts at the Hotel. We got some equipment (they forgot until I asked and money was found) for our exam room, so once we get our security devices (probably next month) we can officially say construction is over in our office.

Bye, bye convenient parking when the monsoon comes through later this week. Guess I may actually start wearing my backup scrubs. Our parking lot shuttle is a joke. I often see them at the local Wal-mart. Last time I checked, Wal-mart was not our parking lot.

Patients will be patients. They are now asking pointed questions and so it makes our lives very interesting everyday.

Off I go to another exciting day. Stay tuned.

The perils of modern technology

This article on cnn was interesting, because it talks about a variety of ailments that never existed when my parents and grandparents were growing up.

I can almost hear those sage characters laughing when I read about...

Tablet neck and BlackBerry thumb 


Grandma L: (on tablet neck) Hunched over? Sit up straight! (on Blackberry thumb) It has a speakerphone? I need one of those. Who cares about typing? I never wanted to be a secretary anyway!

Grandma L. was a housewife who raised 7 kids and called everyone of them (including my mother) every morning. If she could have had a cell phone, she would have had one.

Earbud-induced hearing loss  

Grandpa K: (great-grandpa --GG--actually): GET THOSE  F**&^% out of your ears, you moron!

NOTE: GG was a foreman in a brewery back in the day. You had to yell for people to hear you on the production line. Another fun part of his job: wake up drunks who fell asleep. He was known for speaking his mind. Ahem...

Screen-related sleep disorder  

Grandpa L: Turn off the lights. They're not free.

Grandpa worked nights, and he was not a big light fan. He was retired by the time I was born, and while I don't remember him much, he spoiled me (and my sister) rotten according to reports.

Stiletto strain

My mother: This is why you carry a big purse (so you can stash a pair of flats).

I have lots of photos of my mother in high heels in her youth.

Offbeat biorhythms

Grandma R:  It's not good to eat after 6PM.

Grandma R was a tenacious survivor: married three times (first was a youthful romance gone bad, except for my dad) second was the love of her life (widowed) and third was a complete idiot (divorced after 3 years and infidelity on his part). 

She worked as a real estate agent and died when I was a little girl. I read a few of her letters my father had, and I admire all she had to deal with in life. I'm sure my tenacity comes from her German-Anglo-Irish background.