did ya think I was dead?

S0, 1 post every 2+ years. I don't know how I can keep up with this torrid pace I've set for myself. What's changed you ask? Well now I'm just on the other side of 50, no big deal there it happens to everyone. Another dog, bringing the total to two. And I now despise my job. First, the job--large midwestern hospital pharmacy with possibly the worst most inept departmental management ever. Here's how they deal with a problem, myself and another guy worked together on evenings 10hr shifts 7 days on/7 days off. So it stands to reason that another pair of pharmacists worked the opposite week, therein lies the problem. On our week things for the most part ran ok and were done in a timely manner. The other week was a cluster fuck, or so I was told by everyone who witnessed what was happening. (techs, students, RN's etc.) Instead of dealing with the problem, our managements' solution is to rearrange the shifts so myself or my co-worker is there every Mon-Thur and not even acknowledge to the other pair that there's a problem. They tell them this is being done to provide "continuity of service", whatever the fuck that means. Now every week I'm saddled with dead weight for 4 days a week. He's not really a bad guy, just has trouble staying focused and discerning what's important vs. what's not. This is my reward for being able to do my job. That place is just wrong in so many ways. See, I told you over 2yrs ago I had a lot of rants and beefs. I wasn't fuckin' lyin'.