My new job is turning into a bit of a nightmare but I'll get through it. Give it a week, I reckon, and I'll be doing the job standing on my head, but for now I have been somewhat thrown in the deep end and am scrambling about in the dark trying to work out what's what. Today I did the minutes for a three hour kidney consultant's meeting and my brain nearly exploded. They may as well have been talking in japanese for all the jargon they used, and me not knowing what was being said, I just wrote it ALL down, all THREE HOURS of it. But at least I did. I'll be typing those minutes up tomorrow exactly as they happened and none of it will make any sense, but hopefully no one will realise I haven't got a f*&@ing clue what they said in that meeting.
Ah it's good to have even more of a reason to drink of an evening. After this day, I leapt off the bus and jumped straight into my local Threshers for some red wine to ease the headache, repetitive strain injury to my writing hand, and confused facial expression.
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Oh god that brings back horrible memories of taking minutes and not having a clue what the various operations/body parts/diseases/staff names were. I used to write them phonetically and then ask the least fierce person in the meeting to help decide what they were meant to be. I did get better, but there would always be at least three words per meeting that floored me. I think they did it on purpose.
Three hours, gah. That's when you need to start playing bullshit bingo to while away the hours.
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Oops, that was rachael, not adrian...
Oops, that was rachael, not adrian...
I did wonder.... can't imagine Adrian being a secretary!!
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