Day 4 - Thursday
Three days of no one setting an alarm has been magical - even though we all roughly wake up around 7am. None of us were running out the door to get out, we knew it would take a while for B Team to get to us as 2 of them were on the Northshore, 1 we still hadn't heard from and 1 was in Houma where a lot of flooding happened. Usual routine of breakfast and coffee took place. Then packing and cleaning so our campsite was just the way we found it - actually probably cleaner.
I was the first to leave at roughly 9am. K was slow in gathering her stuff and she probably wouldn't leave until noon. We both had previously taken GPT for Friday so we could leave whenever. A and S didn't have GPT for Friday, so they were going to work until noon to see their follow ups for Friday and be off for the weekend. Rumor had it that if you didn't already have GPT for Friday, the only free day A Team was getting off was Thursday - no matter what time you left during the course of that day.
We like to refer to hurricane time as "screw the salary employees" time. Salary employees do not make any overtime while living at the hospital and we apparently didn't even get 24 hours off for living there for 62 hours straight. In one week, I spent 68 hours at the hospital. For that pay period, I spent 108 hours at the hospital but I'm only getting compensation for 80 hours.
Registered Dietitians are never essential until a disaster happens. On a daily basis, rarely does a physician care about RD recs...hell even during a hurricane they didn't. Apparently the only reason RDs are required to be there is that the department things the food service employees will just accept being fired rather than report for hurricane duty. So essentially, we're the reliable backups for delivery trays. Oh hell to the no.
As soon as I was free, I drove by the house to make sure it was still standing, dropped some of my sleeping materials off, and headed north to Hattiesburg. I spent the next 5 days with the man, the pup, A/C and power and loved every minute of it.
Three days of no one setting an alarm has been magical - even though we all roughly wake up around 7am. None of us were running out the door to get out, we knew it would take a while for B Team to get to us as 2 of them were on the Northshore, 1 we still hadn't heard from and 1 was in Houma where a lot of flooding happened. Usual routine of breakfast and coffee took place. Then packing and cleaning so our campsite was just the way we found it - actually probably cleaner.
I was the first to leave at roughly 9am. K was slow in gathering her stuff and she probably wouldn't leave until noon. We both had previously taken GPT for Friday so we could leave whenever. A and S didn't have GPT for Friday, so they were going to work until noon to see their follow ups for Friday and be off for the weekend. Rumor had it that if you didn't already have GPT for Friday, the only free day A Team was getting off was Thursday - no matter what time you left during the course of that day.
We like to refer to hurricane time as "screw the salary employees" time. Salary employees do not make any overtime while living at the hospital and we apparently didn't even get 24 hours off for living there for 62 hours straight. In one week, I spent 68 hours at the hospital. For that pay period, I spent 108 hours at the hospital but I'm only getting compensation for 80 hours.
Registered Dietitians are never essential until a disaster happens. On a daily basis, rarely does a physician care about RD recs...hell even during a hurricane they didn't. Apparently the only reason RDs are required to be there is that the department things the food service employees will just accept being fired rather than report for hurricane duty. So essentially, we're the reliable backups for delivery trays. Oh hell to the no.
As soon as I was free, I drove by the house to make sure it was still standing, dropped some of my sleeping materials off, and headed north to Hattiesburg. I spent the next 5 days with the man, the pup, A/C and power and loved every minute of it.
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