Is it a work place? Is it a slap-stick comedy? Who can tell...

I’m just signing in to let you all know that we’re dying over here. The clinic I’m working at is suffering from a serious case of exhaustion. It now seems less of a normal place of employment and more of an impression of an episode of the three stooges.

A good example of this happened yesterday, when I found a sign that said “We’re changing the opening hours from December 6th” and a list of new opening hours. Fair enough, I thought. I’m going to quit anyway, so if the woman who’s taking over for me wants shorter opening hours, then I don’t mind terribly. I guess they didn’t discuss it with me because it’s no longer my business. I then put the sign up by the front desk as indicated by the fact that the sign was found in the “to front desk” box.

About half an hour later my boss came over to me and asked me. “Are we changing the opening hours?” with a tone of voice that clearly implied that he didn’t think that would be up to him, but to me. It took us about another five minutes to figure out that the sign was in fact 3 years old and had been put in the “to front desk” pile by accident the day before after it had been found in a dark corner. To be quite honest, I’m impressed that we didn’t actually change the opening hours by accident.

6 weeks to go.