Yep, today was FUBAR. Sometimes I think I'm having a FUBAR moment, sometimes I think I might be having a FUBAR day. I was wrong, because today was FUBAR. I have witnesses.

My boss was gone today and not to be back til next Tuesday. That leaves me in charge of the facility, damn I hate that. The Gods of long term care obviously found this out and decided today was "Play with Dawn's Sanity Day". They succeeded.

Today started out deceptively calm and peaceful as I planned my day unaware that havoc was hiding waiting to pounce on me. So being the peaceful day I thought it was going to be I grabbed the facility Doctor and decided today was the day we were going to review 150 patients medications for unnecessary drugs. Much to my amazement we did get this done in 2 hours time. That was the good part of the day...but wait..

I'll make this brief....

At 9:30am I hear my maintenance supervisor over the PA system announce "Attention, Attention...due to a major sewer back up in the kitchen all water will be shut off for an undetermined amount of time." Oh hell no. Over 200 employees and patients in a building without water is not a good thing. Ok, we can do this.

10:00am One of my nurses approaches me "Umm Dawn, were you aware the elevators are not working?" Shit. Ok, things are getting a little tougher. We can do this.

11:15am "Ummm...Dawn, can you come into Rm ###, the wall socket is on fire." I think this was the moment I deemed today FUBAR. Luckily the wall socket was smouldering out and unplugging the TV made it quit I guess. The black wall did not look good.

12:45pm Received a call from the corporate pharmacy consultant "I'm going to be in your building in about an hour to do an inspection and review. I'm bringing a team. We should finish up by tomorrow...hope this is a good time?" Oh yeah, great time, c'mon over. Like I have a choice? It's an inspection.

1:15pm A group of men arrive arrive from Houston IT department...yep, Houston, Texas to install 18 new computers and printers. "Dawn, where do you want them?" Umm....no one let you know where they are going? "Well no" Well no one even told me today was the day they were coming. I might of gotten pissed off about this point, but the IT guys were cute. Besides when do I ever get to see "guys" where I work? So...I'm actually not going to include this in the FUBAR moments. Like they are really cute and going to be back tomorrow. Ok...so moving right along.

1:45pm I decide to grab my Lean Cuisine before the havoc monster finds me again. So I grab a corner in the back of the breakroom...trying to hide. Didn't work. I take my first bite of low fat chicken alfredo and I hear "I'm sick of this shit and I'm not going to do it" And a dietary employee gets up and walks out of the breakroom. Good...quiet. That lasts about 3 minutes and I hear "Where's Dawn, I'm not going to take this!" Coming from the Dietary Supervisors mouth and heading toward the breakroom. Well damn. So in comes the Dietary Supe and the employee both yelling they aren't going to take this. Dietary Supe says she told loud mouth employee to punch out and leave, loud mouth employee refuses and proceeds to get in my face. Screaming that she wants a meeting NOW! Ok, so I calmly tell her she's not in a frame of mind to have a meeting, go on home, calm down, and come back in tomorrow for a meeting. At this point she backs me up against that little cozy corner in the breakroom and tells me she's not leaving til we have a meeting. I told her 5 times as I backed her away from me to leave the building. For some reason she didn't get the hint. I had to call 911 to have her removed...of course by this time, it's a permanent removal. Forty-five minutes later...the chicken alfredo is cold but still tastes fine.

2:45pm Irrate relative upset today, because I told the family yesterday that they need to find a new facility for "Mom" because dear Mom is an elopement risk and I am worried for her safety in my facility. She needs a locked down facility. Forty-five minutes later son decides maybe my decision is in Mom's best interest, calms down and leaves, not even bothering to say "hi" to Mom while he's there. Asshole.

4pm Hire a weekend supervisor. (This is a great thing.)

4:30pm Run from the facility fast without looking back.

Damn it's good to be home, even though work has already called four times.
Four more working days til vacation. I can do this. Oh, about the brief part? I lied.