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Showing posts with label beeper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beeper. Show all posts

Saturday, November 1, 2008

My beeber

So, how many of you fellow RTs have to carry a beeper? I bet most of you guys and gals do. Yet, when I worked at the Victorian Hospital up North from Shoreline, they had walkie talkies. I hated the walkie talkie system.

I hate wearing my beeper clipped to my pants. And that little clip that has the screen on it is usually scratched to the point that I can't read the beeper when it is on, so I usually take it off and toss my beeper into my pocket.

When my beeper goes off, I get annoyed. Don't you? Isn't it normal that a beeper annoys the person carrying it when it goes off -- especially when it goes off every 5 minutes all night.

Yep, I grunt and groan and curse that darn beeper. And then when I hear it going off and I can't find it in my pocket, and it keeps beeping and beeping and beeping, I curse some more.

Sometimes I turn off the beeper and turn on the vibrator. That's even worse. It's worse because if I have the beeper in my lab coat, and there's a bunch of stuff in the pocket with the beeper, I don't feel the vibrating. So then I get an angry call, "Where are you?"

I also get those calls when I forget my beeper in the office. It's a normal human thing to forget once in a while. Yet, a doctor once lectured me how it is "unacceptable" not to have my beeper on me.

Yet, still, I continue to forget from time to time.

Once, and only once, a coworker of mine went to the bathroom. When she came out she held the beeper in her hand. "It no longer works," she said. "It fell into the toilet."

"Cool," I said.

Then my beeper went off for the umpteenth time in two hours. I cursed audibly.

Yeah, I do have quite an equanimitous demeanor, but still that beeper annoys the crap out of me.

I often try to get rid of it. "Hey, Mr. Kokx when you go home why don't you take my beeper with you."

"Nope," he said, "I'm retired. I don't work anymore."

I suppose it will be the day I retire that I vow never to carry a beeper again and live up to that promise. Then again, I might still decide to work per deim.

Oh, the joys of a beeper. My advice to anyone seeking employment is to stay away from any career that forces you to wear a beeper.