I find that regional communication differences are so fascinating. I don’t consider myself rude (usually). I feel like I blend well with other adults.
I have gotten feedback in the past (a few years ago) when I partnered with someone in the south, that I was rude. I had no idea I was perceived that way OR no intention of being perceived that way in that instance. The past few years I have been overly aware of that incident and been choosing my words more carefully.
Today I met with someone from Maryland. It was a veterinary professional not a interviewee.When I told her I lived in New York, she said “that makes sense, that is why your questions are so specific.” It made me wonder how other people around the country would get the information I needed about the topic we were talking about. It was a hmmmmmm moment. So interesting. If we were in person, I would have explored her comment a little more just out of curiosity.
Another weird thing that happened Lucy escaped her crate yesterday. We have a hole in our screened in porch that she could escape through. However, she is kept in a crate out on our screened in porch. This is the same crate she was in, in our camper.
I went to check on her yesterday and she was out of the crate, out of the screened in porch. Gone. I walked around looking for her and calling for her. I told Ethan she was gone and asked if maybe he let her out accidentally.
He went to go check and she was in her crate. There she was, in her crate. WHAT?!?!? Am I losing my mind? I told him that I removed her bedding from the crate and she wasn’t in there. “Maybe you are going blind?” He said….maybe I am!
This morning I went out to give her fresh water and she was sitting on the chair in the screened in porch. Cage was closed, no holes to escape. What the? I gave her fresh water and put her back in her cage and watched. The little stinker found a square on the cage door that was a little larger than the rest. She was able to wiggle through it. Little stinker.
The most interesting part of all of it….she was GONE yesterday. She was not in the screened in porch, she was not in her crate. But she came back at some point and wiggled her way back into the crate. My mind is blown.
I had to be inventive to rig up a way to block her from getting out or something else from getting in. Ethan helped by grabbing me a sheet of aluminum to block the hole. I also added some zip ties to make the spaces smaller.
The little twerp found yet ANOTHER spot to escape from. She sat on top of her cage with her middle fingers out. Not really, but if she could have done that, she would have.
I fed her and she ate several walnuts. I found some flower petals she enjoys (and some she does NOT enjoy).
I voiced my concern with my workload to my boss today. She is working on getting me help. I am going to keep plugging away and trying to manage this, but I am not sure if I need more time to learn or if I actually need more help. It has been 3 weeks of constant struggle to keep up and feeling like I am not doing the job I want to do for these practice managers.
Maybe it is the two systems of inefficiency, non-streamlined communication, two sets of benefits, constantly looking up changing information, trying to follow two different processes for different people. Ugh!
I want to be able to handle the work load but I am waving a white flag! Send help!
I ran errands this afternoon. I picked up several meats for a mass meal prep this weekend. All the Tupperware is on deck.
The house will get a layer of grime lifted as I power clean this weekend.
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