Thursday, August 24, 2006

Many Minutes Do We Gain Each Day



Today was again the so-called loose Thursday.
Actually ....
But apparently some thought a few ladies from our pharmacy, we have some more to work.
Since there are first, the wife M. This always calls throughout the pharmacy "Ziiiiviiiiiis" or "Juuuuuungs. To vomit. shit for every call us.
Ziiiiiviiis makes me even clean the bottom.

So we could run several times today to the hospital to take away individual packages.
The best: the stations even know nothing of the packages and woolen not accept
Even better: Mrs. M. stresses the importance of supplies always with a "very important." All they give us is important. Today
pointed us out that we should always take the boxes that lie above.
Okaaaay, we have previously taken the course, ALWAYS boxes from all the way down.
How stupid keeps us really.
The worst thing is that it is serious.

These are moments when you as you think: community service sucks!

Oh yes, yesterday, yes Mrs. S. made a mistake that had to pay for January
(pack 30 cartons infusions fürn ass)
Mrs. S. highlight of the day: "You must also turn on your brain once it was your fault you're stupid That was your mistake yesterday on each case...." Of course, immediately attacked in January
their grammatical inability to, which often happens with her.
"It says` In any case ', with n, not m. "

The error on all the time was debated, but clearly in the data collection and so we have nothing to do with security.
But we must say yes nothing. Otherwise there will be trouble in the pharmacy. So swallow down and be silent.

Right after came a Humpelfrau. Which is always drunk and limping through the halls and flips out of sheer drunken almost. She has never talked with us. Actually, she has now spoken only about us. Quasi blasphemed, but we were wrong.
"The new Zivis have been the indolence of the old Cos appropriated."
I had this stupid Cow and almost made it cut. In the face and stuff. Full strength.
But I did not.
think what the really who they are? Think because they are old and wrinkled to have to hit the big shit.

Then we talked to the boss.
He told us that he had already eaten this morning, an apple, a banana and a nectarine. He
am but only to 6.30. But was already at work at 7:30.
(Dr. Incredib bald by the way)
Me: "Oh, yes, you do not make the hair in the morning."
He even laughed.
the joke I then used again later, when Jan and I myself surgical caps (these damn cool green sterile Dinger worried).
I ". Here Jan, a hat for you, Dr. Incredib Oh, they also want a crap, so they need no?."
I am a rogue. Fortunately, the boss has
humor. At least until now.
(It is called the way "at least" and not "at least". There are the words "at least" and "at least" that can be sometimes used synonymously. Mixing should they not. Such word crosses it more often and are PROHIBITED. Then are sensitive (sensitive means hard in this case) penalties.)

Today I also proposed an employee but before I was to write my experiences of the day in a diary. I could also provide the yes on a website online.
I think that's a good idea. I think I'll do something again. Let's see whether someone is reading.

Lunch:
I poo, chicken fricassee. (Double s, double e. Looks weird, I know)
well Not like at Grandma's, but it was acceptable.
January ate mashed potatoes.
A puree was originally a porridge of pulses. Interesting, is not it? My
eat was good. Jans I think so. At least he has not broken down on the table, like yesterday.

the afternoon we had some bottles of abglaufene sonem pour stuff away. The gestuuuunken.Da
have allowed the Cos again do the dirty work.
But not like this. We will revolutionize the store yet.
Today we cut through by accident, the brake hoses from the evil people. The clamp has durchgeknippst the tubes as their own.

morning is one of very few people skills in the holidays.
And who now makes her work?
unkompetenteste The person in the entire pharmacy, maybe even the whole world.
It is exactly the person that always "Ziiiiviiiis" calls. Worse
would not be able to come.

Arrrrgh until tomorrow.

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