Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Jane! Get me off of this crazy thing!

For the very first time in my life, I have a mentor. (Does this make me a padawan? Or merely an apprentice?) I'm not really sure what mentors are good for, but apparently mine likes to check in by phone once a week to do evaluations and "touch base" (I hope to work the word synergy into my next work-related injury update). Yesterday I had my first evaluation. It took about 4 minutes. 


My goals for last week (apparently I had some?) were to transcribe 1500 lines, reduce non-critical errors by 50%, and achieve an accuracy of 96%. I had vaguely been keeping track of my accuracy rates and knew I was doing pretty well, but I didn't bother to do any fancy arithmetic to figure out an average. Frankly, Dear Reader, I don't give a damn. Maybe it's the ADHD, but I tend to gauge things like that pretty accurately just by how I feel about them. I guess that sounds dumb. Or maybe delusional. Egotistical? At any rate, I know I'm good at what I do, so I don't ever sweat it much. The weird thing is, I think the reason I'm so good at transcribing is because I work very intuitively. I know the rules well but couldn't repeat them back to you -- they just pop up out of my subconscious when I need them and then fade away again. 


Mentor said she basically had nothing to discuss with me because I was doing phenomenally well -- my accuracy rate is literally almost perfect. My production for last week was 1779 lines, which is "189% of predicted." My accuracy was 99.3%. God, I hope they promote me. I'll make a whole 'nother cent per line!


Most of all, I wish I was this good at something that actually offered fair wages. The work I do is important, and I am simply too skilled to be making $9-$10 an hour. That's not bragging -- I got lucky with this career. My therapist suggested it to me as a way to work from home, and it just so happened that it's a perfect fit for me and the way my brain works. Add to that the fact that I had a pretty solid base of medical knowledge via osmotic transfer from living with [Him] for all those years as well as my uncanny ability to remember obscure facts, and it was a match made in heaven. I love doing it. I just wish it loved me back.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I hate you.

When a stupid, stupid doctor says "valproax," does he mean divalproex, OR does he mean valproic acid?

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Stupid work.

hate my job

Why does it always have to be warts?