The day is done and to be honest it was a very slow day. i had a total of one patient the entire day. She was not a critical patient. She was non-monitored and her vitals were due once on my 12hr shift. All her meds were done by 0900 and the remainder of the day was spent surfing the net and shopping for shoes.
As far as days working goes it was a peach! I have not had a 12hr shift this easy in umm well probably ever.
Now I am home in my bed with a glass of wine and I am looking at two days off. Right now, life is pretty freakin good! Cheers!!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Of to see the witches of burn
Too good to last! The last two days I was in CVICU, my favorite unit in all the hospital. My favorite unit of all time is SICU, but this facility has none of that.
Si, CVICU has been packed and short of nurses and I actually had a chance to put my skills to good use. I assured of making three days in a row, but got the call that I am being sent to burn unit. Ewww. I just do not see the burn unit as being very acute. It is like being a skin care nurse.
The burn nurses in this facility are rude and have the idea that they can walk on water. I hate going there and I know that this will be a long ass day of speaking to no one.
Thank God I have my phone and can spend the better part of the day surfing the web and twittweing my ass off!
Wish me luck as I go off to pull 12 hours of skin care! Ugghhh!
Si, CVICU has been packed and short of nurses and I actually had a chance to put my skills to good use. I assured of making three days in a row, but got the call that I am being sent to burn unit. Ewww. I just do not see the burn unit as being very acute. It is like being a skin care nurse.
The burn nurses in this facility are rude and have the idea that they can walk on water. I hate going there and I know that this will be a long ass day of speaking to no one.
Thank God I have my phone and can spend the better part of the day surfing the web and twittweing my ass off!
Wish me luck as I go off to pull 12 hours of skin care! Ugghhh!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
124 to go
The glass of wine sitting on the bedside table is doing nothing to subdue my dread of returning to work tomorrow. I am doing three days in a row. three long 12 hour shifts and the thought of it is making me mental.
I have about 124 days until I have to move. If the home sells sooner then the timeline shrinks. God let this house sell in a week! Wishful thinking, I know!
I could be productive and make the best possible use of my time, but I don't see that happening. I most likely will bar hop and avoid working out for the next 18 weeks and move to my new place 20 pounds heavier. Yea that sounds like a plan I can follow through with without much of a problem.
Realistically, I need to shed ten pounds, study for my certification and avoid confrontation with the stupid fat women at work. That in itself is major work. I am not very good at keeping my disgust of others at bay. I got to let them know how fucking stupid they are, especially when they are smug and think their shit don't stink - you know the people.
124 days to not get fired and not walk out is pure frustration. It sounds like an eternity!
I have about 124 days until I have to move. If the home sells sooner then the timeline shrinks. God let this house sell in a week! Wishful thinking, I know!
I could be productive and make the best possible use of my time, but I don't see that happening. I most likely will bar hop and avoid working out for the next 18 weeks and move to my new place 20 pounds heavier. Yea that sounds like a plan I can follow through with without much of a problem.
Realistically, I need to shed ten pounds, study for my certification and avoid confrontation with the stupid fat women at work. That in itself is major work. I am not very good at keeping my disgust of others at bay. I got to let them know how fucking stupid they are, especially when they are smug and think their shit don't stink - you know the people.
124 days to not get fired and not walk out is pure frustration. It sounds like an eternity!
Celebra-dumb!
Why do celebrities think they should write children's books? Seriously? What the fuck qualifies them to write a freakin kids book and then plaster on their twitter profile the title of author! Geez! And what total loser is buying these pieces of shit for their children?
Hello! Madonna wrote a book for children. Do you really want your kids reading anything that Madge penned? I hope you could find someone a little more qualified for your children to read.
I know it does not take a rocket scientist to write a little kids book, but when the women of one of the Bravo housewives series can author a children's book, it is time to put an end to this all together! It must end! Our children are dumb enough without reading the musings of Alex Mccord!
Hello! Madonna wrote a book for children. Do you really want your kids reading anything that Madge penned? I hope you could find someone a little more qualified for your children to read.
I know it does not take a rocket scientist to write a little kids book, but when the women of one of the Bravo housewives series can author a children's book, it is time to put an end to this all together! It must end! Our children are dumb enough without reading the musings of Alex Mccord!
moving on my mind
The house is on my mind a lot lately. We have some minor repairs to make and only a couple of weeks until it officially goes on the market.
We have been posting items on Craigslist. The next move will be one where we actually downsize and there is so much to get rid of. To date we have unloaded a piano and some gurniture with so much more to go. There are televisions and more furniture to unload before the big move day.
This home is our fourth residence together. We first lived in a very small 1 bedroom apartment some 15 years ago. We bought our first home that was about 1500 sq feet and stayed there 4 years. The next home was 2500 sq feet and now this one is a shade over 3500 sq ft. I am tired of maintaining a home this size. I am tired of heating/cooling and especially tired of cleaning the damn thing.
We figure we want to stay in the 1600 to 1800 sq ft range for the next home, but so far the two homes I found online that I liked are 1300 sq ft range - too small!
Hopefully, we can find something that meets our long list of requirements in the area that we both like.
When it comes to buying a home I love the process of bidding and being on the buying end. I feel like I have the power as the buyer. However, I hate the selling process and feel a total loss of control throughout the process. Plus, I hate packing and arranging the move - it is exhausting!
We have been posting items on Craigslist. The next move will be one where we actually downsize and there is so much to get rid of. To date we have unloaded a piano and some gurniture with so much more to go. There are televisions and more furniture to unload before the big move day.
This home is our fourth residence together. We first lived in a very small 1 bedroom apartment some 15 years ago. We bought our first home that was about 1500 sq feet and stayed there 4 years. The next home was 2500 sq feet and now this one is a shade over 3500 sq ft. I am tired of maintaining a home this size. I am tired of heating/cooling and especially tired of cleaning the damn thing.
We figure we want to stay in the 1600 to 1800 sq ft range for the next home, but so far the two homes I found online that I liked are 1300 sq ft range - too small!
Hopefully, we can find something that meets our long list of requirements in the area that we both like.
When it comes to buying a home I love the process of bidding and being on the buying end. I feel like I have the power as the buyer. However, I hate the selling process and feel a total loss of control throughout the process. Plus, I hate packing and arranging the move - it is exhausting!
bits
Last night was pretty fun. The photographer came round and snapped photos of the house. We actually had the bed made up in all its glory, even dragging out the mess of pillows. It was full on foo-foo! I hope the pics turn out.
After the photos it was off to the tanning bed. See I suffer from a pasty white syndrome and the beds help me to attain and maintain a lovely bronze color. It is painful to begin tanning season as I burn and peel four to five times until my body can actually embrace the tanning process.
I am just now beginning to find a routine. I tan about every 4-5 days and that seems to work well for me.
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I have turned into a Twitter fanatic. I love reading a tweeting away, it has become an onsession for me. However, there are some freaky tickets out there. I have strangers following me and not just the run of the mill sorts - Oh no! See my freak followers are people who tweet for their dogs! Yup, these people tweet things like, "bark", "woof" and all sorts of fucking strange shit like they are speaking for their pets. I love my pet, but I am not going to blog or tweet on their behalf - I had to blok those nut-jobs.!
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Back to last night. We went for dinner and then to another restaurant for drinks where I had sweet tea vodka on the rocks. Yummmm! Tasty and strong! I had the peach tea and then the rasberry. I was buzzing hard after the two drinks and feeling no pain!
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One thing that really bothers me are old ladies who dye their hair. When you are 70 and your face looks like a fucking road map, to have jet black hair is just disgusting and so not believable. Let it go gray, maybe highlight a little but stay away from jet black, red and brown. Just gross!
I had a 43 year old patient who was a cop and his hair was jet black with solid white roots. Yuck! Getting older is not the end of the world and it can be done gracefully!
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Update: my schedule has been fixed! The woman who does the schedule called me and let me know that she would correct it, but sounded non too pleased with me. Big deal!
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Four months until we move! So much to do and so little time! We packed up all the photos and personal things we had displayed to prepare the house for showings. It was at that time it started to feel real. I know the time will fly by and this time months from now I will be so glad it is all behing me, but for now I am at the bottom on the mountain looking up! Yikes!
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Exactly how fat will Aretha Franklin get? She is fucking HUGE! Just saw a clip of her on TV.
After the photos it was off to the tanning bed. See I suffer from a pasty white syndrome and the beds help me to attain and maintain a lovely bronze color. It is painful to begin tanning season as I burn and peel four to five times until my body can actually embrace the tanning process.
I am just now beginning to find a routine. I tan about every 4-5 days and that seems to work well for me.
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I have turned into a Twitter fanatic. I love reading a tweeting away, it has become an onsession for me. However, there are some freaky tickets out there. I have strangers following me and not just the run of the mill sorts - Oh no! See my freak followers are people who tweet for their dogs! Yup, these people tweet things like, "bark", "woof" and all sorts of fucking strange shit like they are speaking for their pets. I love my pet, but I am not going to blog or tweet on their behalf - I had to blok those nut-jobs.!
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Back to last night. We went for dinner and then to another restaurant for drinks where I had sweet tea vodka on the rocks. Yummmm! Tasty and strong! I had the peach tea and then the rasberry. I was buzzing hard after the two drinks and feeling no pain!
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One thing that really bothers me are old ladies who dye their hair. When you are 70 and your face looks like a fucking road map, to have jet black hair is just disgusting and so not believable. Let it go gray, maybe highlight a little but stay away from jet black, red and brown. Just gross!
I had a 43 year old patient who was a cop and his hair was jet black with solid white roots. Yuck! Getting older is not the end of the world and it can be done gracefully!
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Update: my schedule has been fixed! The woman who does the schedule called me and let me know that she would correct it, but sounded non too pleased with me. Big deal!
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Four months until we move! So much to do and so little time! We packed up all the photos and personal things we had displayed to prepare the house for showings. It was at that time it started to feel real. I know the time will fly by and this time months from now I will be so glad it is all behing me, but for now I am at the bottom on the mountain looking up! Yikes!
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Exactly how fat will Aretha Franklin get? She is fucking HUGE! Just saw a clip of her on TV.
Monday, July 26, 2010
For Sale
Now to end on a happier note! I met with the realtors and showed them the house.
The realtor I am using and her manager were actually the ones who saw the house. The realtor I am signing with is the same one who listed this home four years ago and represented both the seller and us way back then. We really liked her and we decided to let her sell it again.
We gave the grand tour and she was amazed at how mush we have done to the home. It really was in quite a mess when we bought it and years of sweat equity and endless trips to Home Depot have really paid off.
The good news is that they valued the house much more than I thought. I went into the meeting thinking it would price along the same pricing as two other homes currently for sale on our street, but the realtors stated those homes were half the size and ours was one of the larger in the area. Sweet!
I am still a little nervous about the asking price and feel it is a bit high. However, out lovely realtor stated that if there are no showings within the first three weeks we will lower the price and go from there. Sounds reasonable.
We have been in the home for four years now and the asking price is $150,000 more than we bought the home for and that makes me very nervous.
Funny thing is, the housing market here is moving at a brisk pace and the realtors feel the house will move very fast. Yes, talk is cheap show me an offer.
So, the little sign will go up the first week in August and there is still much to do in order to ready the home but I will try to remain optimistic.
The realtor I am using and her manager were actually the ones who saw the house. The realtor I am signing with is the same one who listed this home four years ago and represented both the seller and us way back then. We really liked her and we decided to let her sell it again.
We gave the grand tour and she was amazed at how mush we have done to the home. It really was in quite a mess when we bought it and years of sweat equity and endless trips to Home Depot have really paid off.
The good news is that they valued the house much more than I thought. I went into the meeting thinking it would price along the same pricing as two other homes currently for sale on our street, but the realtors stated those homes were half the size and ours was one of the larger in the area. Sweet!
I am still a little nervous about the asking price and feel it is a bit high. However, out lovely realtor stated that if there are no showings within the first three weeks we will lower the price and go from there. Sounds reasonable.
We have been in the home for four years now and the asking price is $150,000 more than we bought the home for and that makes me very nervous.
Funny thing is, the housing market here is moving at a brisk pace and the realtors feel the house will move very fast. Yes, talk is cheap show me an offer.
So, the little sign will go up the first week in August and there is still much to do in order to ready the home but I will try to remain optimistic.
Prison Break
Today must be my bitch day! I have many of those lately, but I plan to dump everything here and attempt to have a really good day.
My schedule is a point of concern for me lately. As a float nurse I am required to cover a few off shifts and weekends. I think it comes down to three off shifts and four weekend shifts within a four week schedule.
It use to be that we would work three shifts that ran 11a t0 11p. I hated these shifts because it meant you would be floated three or more times within a 12 hour shift. And there is one dumbass house coordinator who is clueless and floats even more often than that.
Anyway, I spoke to the scheduler and discovered I could add a shift and work three eight hour shifts and a 12 hr shift. My off shifts could actually be 3p to 11p and this was much more reasonable than those damn 11a-11p shifts and for the last two months that what I have been doing.
The last schedule I noticed the number of 3-11 shifts I was scheduled for increased from three to five, but big deal. I was just happy that I was done with the 11a-11p.
Saturday, I went down to pick up the new schedule and noticed a few things that caused my blood to boil. First, they stopped releasing a four week schedule and no will only provide a two week schedule. Second I was scheduled for three 3-11 shifts and one 11a-11p, WTF???
I was HOT! I then looked at the schedule for others who do eight/twelve shifts and noticed that I was the only one given the horrid 11a-11p shift. I know it does not sound like such a big deal, but it is yet another of a growing list of fuck ups I have endured at this piece of shit facility!
Deep breath! Find my happy place! In and out! Where was I?
So, it just builds on my aggravation with this facility. I want out so bad I can taste it and my attitude is growing darker and darker with each passing shift. My friends tell me to ignore it because I am almost done with the place and will never be here again and it reality they are right.
However, I feel like a damn about to burst and each little fuck up pushes me closer and closer to walking the fuck out.
My schedule is a point of concern for me lately. As a float nurse I am required to cover a few off shifts and weekends. I think it comes down to three off shifts and four weekend shifts within a four week schedule.
It use to be that we would work three shifts that ran 11a t0 11p. I hated these shifts because it meant you would be floated three or more times within a 12 hour shift. And there is one dumbass house coordinator who is clueless and floats even more often than that.
Anyway, I spoke to the scheduler and discovered I could add a shift and work three eight hour shifts and a 12 hr shift. My off shifts could actually be 3p to 11p and this was much more reasonable than those damn 11a-11p shifts and for the last two months that what I have been doing.
The last schedule I noticed the number of 3-11 shifts I was scheduled for increased from three to five, but big deal. I was just happy that I was done with the 11a-11p.
Saturday, I went down to pick up the new schedule and noticed a few things that caused my blood to boil. First, they stopped releasing a four week schedule and no will only provide a two week schedule. Second I was scheduled for three 3-11 shifts and one 11a-11p, WTF???
I was HOT! I then looked at the schedule for others who do eight/twelve shifts and noticed that I was the only one given the horrid 11a-11p shift. I know it does not sound like such a big deal, but it is yet another of a growing list of fuck ups I have endured at this piece of shit facility!
Deep breath! Find my happy place! In and out! Where was I?
So, it just builds on my aggravation with this facility. I want out so bad I can taste it and my attitude is growing darker and darker with each passing shift. My friends tell me to ignore it because I am almost done with the place and will never be here again and it reality they are right.
However, I feel like a damn about to burst and each little fuck up pushes me closer and closer to walking the fuck out.
Stepdown to Hell
I worked Saturday night in a unit that makes me ill. It is one of the stepdown units that has a very bad reputation within the hospital. At one time there were four different stepdown units and one closed. The staff of the closed unit were given the chance to rank where they wanted to be placed in the remaining three stepdowns by selecting numbers one through three. This particular unit came in last on everyone's selections.
A few things make the unit a hell hole! It is the only stepdown that accepts stable vent patients. It is also the only stepdown unit that never received updating and looks drab and nasty. The real kicker is that every nurse/tech/secretary with a piss poor attitude seems to end up on this particular unit. Plus it is an enormous cluster fuck even on the best of days!
So I get the news that I am being sent there. I get my five patients and hear a rumor there is a tech on the floor, but I never see her. The staff are the weekend group and are particularly vile and very unprofessional. At one point during the shift they are all talking loud and laughing about shaving balls and oral sex. Mind you, family members are walking by and most of the patients can also hear these vile fat old birds cackling away at the nurses station.
I want nothing to do with this group, so I keep away and remain focused on my patients, who were not that bad a group.
My shift started out on a bad note as I am told there are no keys to the med boxes. Each floor is responsible for providing keys to the float pool and float nurses to access meds to give the patients, but far too often they do not have any. Their solution is to share with someone else or prop the doors open. Both solutions are unacceptable and it bugs the fuck out of me this place cannot seem to get its shit together!
I cannot stand this place and I count the days until freedom!!
A few things make the unit a hell hole! It is the only stepdown that accepts stable vent patients. It is also the only stepdown unit that never received updating and looks drab and nasty. The real kicker is that every nurse/tech/secretary with a piss poor attitude seems to end up on this particular unit. Plus it is an enormous cluster fuck even on the best of days!
So I get the news that I am being sent there. I get my five patients and hear a rumor there is a tech on the floor, but I never see her. The staff are the weekend group and are particularly vile and very unprofessional. At one point during the shift they are all talking loud and laughing about shaving balls and oral sex. Mind you, family members are walking by and most of the patients can also hear these vile fat old birds cackling away at the nurses station.
I want nothing to do with this group, so I keep away and remain focused on my patients, who were not that bad a group.
My shift started out on a bad note as I am told there are no keys to the med boxes. Each floor is responsible for providing keys to the float pool and float nurses to access meds to give the patients, but far too often they do not have any. Their solution is to share with someone else or prop the doors open. Both solutions are unacceptable and it bugs the fuck out of me this place cannot seem to get its shit together!
I cannot stand this place and I count the days until freedom!!
Keep the lines open!
You know what I hate (okay many things but specifically at the moment)? People who call into radio show trivia contest who have no clue about the question or the answer. WTF if wrong with these people?
I am watching Regis & Kelly this morning and they do their call to a viewer to give away a vacation. They get this dumb ass woman on the line and she has not a clue to the answer.
The question was a easy breezy question. Something to the effect of what 2007 action movie was Josh Dummal in and he is now in the sequel.
Duh! It is not like Fergie's man has been in many flicks! Hell, he only had a few friggin lines in this movie and the dumb ass woman could not get this softball of a question - errrr.
Mood=BAD. Need More Coffee!!!
I am watching Regis & Kelly this morning and they do their call to a viewer to give away a vacation. They get this dumb ass woman on the line and she has not a clue to the answer.
The question was a easy breezy question. Something to the effect of what 2007 action movie was Josh Dummal in and he is now in the sequel.
Duh! It is not like Fergie's man has been in many flicks! Hell, he only had a few friggin lines in this movie and the dumb ass woman could not get this softball of a question - errrr.
Mood=BAD. Need More Coffee!!!
Friday, July 23, 2010
What have i got this time?
I, like many nurses, am a hypochondriac. Every time I have a new ache or pain I am convinced it is some type of cancer or tragic yet undiscovered disease.
My last ailement was the hip tendonitis which lasted for months and hampered my running. I was sure I was heading for a hip replacement or as my mind panicked, some sort of unusual bone cancer that would lead to amputation. However, the hip feels great now and my running is better than ever - whew!
Last week I was stricken with a new life altering ailement. I started getting sore throats. Not your run of the mill sore throats, but ones so bad I could barely swallow. Thay would come and go and my thinking led me to assume it was associated with the dry cool air and leaving my windows open at night.
We are a week later and there are swollen nodules in my throat that I am assuming are tonsils. Hmmm!
Years ago I had a bout of sore throats that went on for around a month. I attributed it to tonsils or possibly strep throat, but I endured and recovered fully and I am thinking this may be the same thing only with the little swollen nodules.
I am not one for running to the doctor unless I am close to death and I am hoping this little setback will run its course and I will be on to my next tragic disease, but in the meantime I start to worry about my ability to swallow completely and wonder if I may be aspirating on the fluids I have been drinking.
See, my nurosis is a continual cycle that grows with each new symptom.
So Saturday will mark a full week of these throat issues and I will give it an additional week. If it does not correct itself I may be forced to see someone about my newest disease, but until then I have seven full days to let my mind run wild with panic.
My last ailement was the hip tendonitis which lasted for months and hampered my running. I was sure I was heading for a hip replacement or as my mind panicked, some sort of unusual bone cancer that would lead to amputation. However, the hip feels great now and my running is better than ever - whew!
Last week I was stricken with a new life altering ailement. I started getting sore throats. Not your run of the mill sore throats, but ones so bad I could barely swallow. Thay would come and go and my thinking led me to assume it was associated with the dry cool air and leaving my windows open at night.
We are a week later and there are swollen nodules in my throat that I am assuming are tonsils. Hmmm!
Years ago I had a bout of sore throats that went on for around a month. I attributed it to tonsils or possibly strep throat, but I endured and recovered fully and I am thinking this may be the same thing only with the little swollen nodules.
I am not one for running to the doctor unless I am close to death and I am hoping this little setback will run its course and I will be on to my next tragic disease, but in the meantime I start to worry about my ability to swallow completely and wonder if I may be aspirating on the fluids I have been drinking.
See, my nurosis is a continual cycle that grows with each new symptom.
So Saturday will mark a full week of these throat issues and I will give it an additional week. If it does not correct itself I may be forced to see someone about my newest disease, but until then I have seven full days to let my mind run wild with panic.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Peaches and a bit of Cheese, I think
One last inane post and I am done.
Yesterday, we are in our seats at the Pirates game. It is a beautiful night and the beers from the restaurant where we ate before the game are making us feel mighty relaxed.
The usher guides a family of five to the seats next to us. It was a man and woman and three very young children. My first thought was these are pricey tickets to get for three children of that age, but anyway.
I realise with the family so close I will need to be mindful of my language - damn! The mother is holding the youngest child so the seat next to me is empty for the beginning of the game.
Oh wait, something else! Time for the national anthem. Everyone is instructed to stand and remove their caps. I remove my cap and look around. Way down below is a kid about twelve with his cap on - someone needs to smack him across the head and make him take it off. Wait, their is a fat woman with her cap still on her head - WTF! I hate people who think things do not apply to them, especially when it comes to displaying the proper respect for the anthem.
One more thing about the whole anthem - the boy scouts and scout masters salute during the procession. I do not get it! It is not a REAL uniformed service - it is the scouts! A place that allows pedophiles access to small children!
Anyway, back to the family. Midway through the first ending I hear a noise that we all know well. The sound of sick. Yep, the small child ralphs all over the place. I felt bad for the little kid who was now covered in what looks like peaches mixed with cheese nachos. The father was trying to help the mom out and my buddy handed them a handful of wipes he had in his backpack. the mom and dad took the youngest to the bathroom while a lady a few rows back volunteered to watch after the remaining children.
The family came back ten minutes later to collect the other children and he apologized to us. We told him do not worry about it kids get sick - it happens. The usher let us move a few rows down as someone was called to clean up the vomit.
Yesterday, we are in our seats at the Pirates game. It is a beautiful night and the beers from the restaurant where we ate before the game are making us feel mighty relaxed.
The usher guides a family of five to the seats next to us. It was a man and woman and three very young children. My first thought was these are pricey tickets to get for three children of that age, but anyway.
I realise with the family so close I will need to be mindful of my language - damn! The mother is holding the youngest child so the seat next to me is empty for the beginning of the game.
Oh wait, something else! Time for the national anthem. Everyone is instructed to stand and remove their caps. I remove my cap and look around. Way down below is a kid about twelve with his cap on - someone needs to smack him across the head and make him take it off. Wait, their is a fat woman with her cap still on her head - WTF! I hate people who think things do not apply to them, especially when it comes to displaying the proper respect for the anthem.
One more thing about the whole anthem - the boy scouts and scout masters salute during the procession. I do not get it! It is not a REAL uniformed service - it is the scouts! A place that allows pedophiles access to small children!
Anyway, back to the family. Midway through the first ending I hear a noise that we all know well. The sound of sick. Yep, the small child ralphs all over the place. I felt bad for the little kid who was now covered in what looks like peaches mixed with cheese nachos. The father was trying to help the mom out and my buddy handed them a handful of wipes he had in his backpack. the mom and dad took the youngest to the bathroom while a lady a few rows back volunteered to watch after the remaining children.
The family came back ten minutes later to collect the other children and he apologized to us. We told him do not worry about it kids get sick - it happens. The usher let us move a few rows down as someone was called to clean up the vomit.
The Yuck Bus
This season we purchased a season ticket package for the Pirates. I love going to the games and on a rare occasion they actually win! Truthfully, they are among the very worst team in baseball and this year marks 19 consecutive losing seasons - a record in professional sports with no end in sight. But the stadium is amazing and it is just a fun outing!
Since we live so close to downtown we take the bus into town and walk across the bridge to the park. Riding the bus is a new experience for me here in Pittsburgh. I grew up in the south and the only people who rode the buses back home were the very old and the very poor. here in the city much more people ride the buses.
We ride a rather urban route to get to the game and over the last few months I have made some observations on things I do not like about riding the bus!
1. People talking on their damn cell phones. Mind you they do not whisper, no these people talk very LOUD and everyone is forced to listen to their boring conversations about their night out with NaNay or not getting any money from their Baby Daddy!
2. Smelly people on the bus. A bath once daily is not too much to ask. Some of the smellies can be three or four rows away, but their smell finds all!
3. Obese people. There are some people who are so fat they really should be made to purchase two seats, because there is no was another person can ride on the same bench with them.
4. People who resist sharing. These are people who find an empty bench and sit to the right and do not allow others to share the seat. I see older blacks really abuse this and when the bus fills up they need to slide their ass over, because they do not own those seats.
5. Eaters. I hate people who eat on the bus, jut yuck! Yesterday the woman in the seat in front of us was eating a blow pop and she just smacked away - nasty!
6. Ploppers. These are the people who get on and seem to throw their body and the closest possible seat with force - usually they're heavier folks who just can't find the energy to walk three to for steps to find another seat.
There are many other things about riding the bus that irritates me but these are the ones that currently irritate me.
Since we live so close to downtown we take the bus into town and walk across the bridge to the park. Riding the bus is a new experience for me here in Pittsburgh. I grew up in the south and the only people who rode the buses back home were the very old and the very poor. here in the city much more people ride the buses.
We ride a rather urban route to get to the game and over the last few months I have made some observations on things I do not like about riding the bus!
1. People talking on their damn cell phones. Mind you they do not whisper, no these people talk very LOUD and everyone is forced to listen to their boring conversations about their night out with NaNay or not getting any money from their Baby Daddy!
2. Smelly people on the bus. A bath once daily is not too much to ask. Some of the smellies can be three or four rows away, but their smell finds all!
3. Obese people. There are some people who are so fat they really should be made to purchase two seats, because there is no was another person can ride on the same bench with them.
4. People who resist sharing. These are people who find an empty bench and sit to the right and do not allow others to share the seat. I see older blacks really abuse this and when the bus fills up they need to slide their ass over, because they do not own those seats.
5. Eaters. I hate people who eat on the bus, jut yuck! Yesterday the woman in the seat in front of us was eating a blow pop and she just smacked away - nasty!
6. Ploppers. These are the people who get on and seem to throw their body and the closest possible seat with force - usually they're heavier folks who just can't find the energy to walk three to for steps to find another seat.
There are many other things about riding the bus that irritates me but these are the ones that currently irritate me.
Day by Day
Some things irritate the fuck out of me and I try to keep things in check, but the older I get the more difficult that process becomes.
We had one of the step-down units close a few months back and the staff were dispersed throughout the facility. All except the manager of the unit. No, the manager of the unit was GIVEN another management position with the sister hospital.
Let me explain why that chaps my ass!
First, the position she was handed was never posted for system wide applications. Many people had the right to be considered for the job she was handed.
Second, she was woefully under qualified.
Third, she was a horrible manager and should have been booted and not rewarded with a new position when some of the decent managers will be losing their jobs as the facility downsizes.
And why could she not take a staff position? oh but no she could never do that!
Some of these lazy fat women with no real qualifications scheme and angle for non-bedside positions and feel entitled from that point on. That is what really bugs the shit out of me! i have been a director, case manager, taught at the community college level and pretty much had every possible nursing position along the way and in a little over a year I should complete my doctoral program and my ass is working the floors and not sitting in some boring ass office.
In this city unless you are a card carrying member of the uterus club you work the floors while newly minted BSNs are presented with leadership positions - reason number 28 as to why I am moving away and never coming back!
Anywho, I had the displeasure to get a call from that woman a few weeks back and she had the audacity to give moi attitude. What drew her ire was the fact I did know who she was or who another manager was. Frankly, i didn't care! like I said she is pretentious piece of trash and I have no use for her!
Many a day i go to work bite my tongue and try so hard to get trough without making my opinions known. i want to go under the radar and get the fuck out and responding to dumb chicks the way I want will not let me slide by - ugghghhhhh!!!
I am down to 18 weeks to go. Pray I make it!
We had one of the step-down units close a few months back and the staff were dispersed throughout the facility. All except the manager of the unit. No, the manager of the unit was GIVEN another management position with the sister hospital.
Let me explain why that chaps my ass!
First, the position she was handed was never posted for system wide applications. Many people had the right to be considered for the job she was handed.
Second, she was woefully under qualified.
Third, she was a horrible manager and should have been booted and not rewarded with a new position when some of the decent managers will be losing their jobs as the facility downsizes.
And why could she not take a staff position? oh but no she could never do that!
Some of these lazy fat women with no real qualifications scheme and angle for non-bedside positions and feel entitled from that point on. That is what really bugs the shit out of me! i have been a director, case manager, taught at the community college level and pretty much had every possible nursing position along the way and in a little over a year I should complete my doctoral program and my ass is working the floors and not sitting in some boring ass office.
In this city unless you are a card carrying member of the uterus club you work the floors while newly minted BSNs are presented with leadership positions - reason number 28 as to why I am moving away and never coming back!
Anywho, I had the displeasure to get a call from that woman a few weeks back and she had the audacity to give moi attitude. What drew her ire was the fact I did know who she was or who another manager was. Frankly, i didn't care! like I said she is pretentious piece of trash and I have no use for her!
Many a day i go to work bite my tongue and try so hard to get trough without making my opinions known. i want to go under the radar and get the fuck out and responding to dumb chicks the way I want will not let me slide by - ugghghhhhh!!!
I am down to 18 weeks to go. Pray I make it!
Facility bye bye
So, a lot has been going on and I have been neglecting my little corner of the blog world.
The hospital where I work announced they will undergo an urban realignment and trim down some 1500 jobs. This means the 167 year old hospital will be trimmed down to about 200 beds. Staying is OB and some minor peds beds, bariatric services and about 20 med/surg beds and rehab service. Everything else will go to the other hospital and the hobs will just go away.
They announced the changes in June and the plan is to shut down the ED in January and sometime in the first quarter move everything.
Funny thing is right after the plan was announced admissions went through the roof and the facility is busier than ever. Go figure!
Most people talk about resumes and interviews with other facilities and people are starting to leave. I imagine within a month or two there will be many vacant positions and the facility will be running short-staffed all the time. They will not be hiring into jobs at the dying facility and within the facility jobs are frozen. I think it is about eight weeks away from an ugly mess.
In the meetings since the announcement the administration fully admitted that they really do not have a firm plan on how this transition will take place. Well duh!
Anyway, I am here possibly til December unless my house sells earlier and after that I leave the burgh forever.
The hospital where I work announced they will undergo an urban realignment and trim down some 1500 jobs. This means the 167 year old hospital will be trimmed down to about 200 beds. Staying is OB and some minor peds beds, bariatric services and about 20 med/surg beds and rehab service. Everything else will go to the other hospital and the hobs will just go away.
They announced the changes in June and the plan is to shut down the ED in January and sometime in the first quarter move everything.
Funny thing is right after the plan was announced admissions went through the roof and the facility is busier than ever. Go figure!
Most people talk about resumes and interviews with other facilities and people are starting to leave. I imagine within a month or two there will be many vacant positions and the facility will be running short-staffed all the time. They will not be hiring into jobs at the dying facility and within the facility jobs are frozen. I think it is about eight weeks away from an ugly mess.
In the meetings since the announcement the administration fully admitted that they really do not have a firm plan on how this transition will take place. Well duh!
Anyway, I am here possibly til December unless my house sells earlier and after that I leave the burgh forever.
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