It is going to be one of those days. A short time ago, I made the pact with myself to not get involved with things that don’t directly impact me. Of course it’s a difficult switch for me, a process. I have gotten pretty good at it, until this morning.
We have a contracted phlebotomist who is at our location. For some reason, the company that places them here can’t seem to keep the same person for more than one or two weeks at a time. I stopped trying to learn the new person’s name each time. This week it was announced that we now have a permanent phlebotomist; it’s good for the patients to have a familiar face plunge a needle into their veins. Yay team.
This morning she parked her vehicle in her frantic pace and left the lights on. She walked back to her vehicle twice but left the lights on. The reason I know this is because she parked right in front of my window. I figured it was one of those new fangled cars whose lights automatically turn off after a period of time. It wasn’t. So being the good co-worker, I found her and let her know that her lights were on.
Wicked: Good Morning, you left your lights on.
Vampire: Oh, is there a sign?
Wicked: The lights on your car, they are on.
Vampire: Do I need to move the car?
Wicked: (I went to the light switch in her room and turned it on and off) Your car lights are on.
Vampire: (Clueless as to what I was trying to convey) Thank you, thank you very much.
I walked away. She followed me. I took her to the window and showed her the lights on her car. She grabbed her keys and went outside, opened the door, shut the door. The lights remain on.
My work here is done. Note to self, don’t let this woman draw blood from me.