I am awake at the crack of dawn, but my ass is not heading to any mall or store for shit! I briefly thought about but then I could not think of one thing that I needed bad enough to deal with all the stores packed with inbreds. So I may surf the internet and check out some things on cyber monday.
There are a few items I am shopping for like a new laptop and I want to replace my GPS with a newer bigger one - maybe a 5 inch touch screen!! They are dirt cheap and I do not need one but I want one.
The laptop may wait until my home closes. I have been looking for about a month and sort of know what I want and what I want to spend. Maybe nextweek I will head out to the stores and poke around a bit.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The search
So the complex I am being housed in plastered a flyer to my door over the weekend. It seems that the annual fire inspection will take place this week. This involves the maintenance people inspecting the apartment to ensure all the fire alarms are in working order and the extinguisher is working and stuff like that.
We have our dogs here for the last few weeks of my contract and have not paid the fee to the complex. So this little inspection throws a wrench into our arrangement. So, today we will hide all evidence of the critters. We will take them to the park and hide out until the fire inspections are complete.
I am more than sure these inspections are also to root our any proplems within the complex such as illegal dogs, messy people or apartment destruction. This is why I hate apartments - because they find a way into your home and snoop around.
We have our dogs here for the last few weeks of my contract and have not paid the fee to the complex. So this little inspection throws a wrench into our arrangement. So, today we will hide all evidence of the critters. We will take them to the park and hide out until the fire inspections are complete.
I am more than sure these inspections are also to root our any proplems within the complex such as illegal dogs, messy people or apartment destruction. This is why I hate apartments - because they find a way into your home and snoop around.
The final stretch
Less than three weeks left in Texas! Thirteen days until the house closes - I am not holding my breath on that one. We still have no work on the second appraisal and it seems like it is dragging by. If it takes them three weeks to even obtain an appraisal then what are the chances all the approvals will be done in under two weeks? I am trying not to think about it too much!
I have a total of 11 shifts remaining. I am betting that more than half of them I am going to be floating to other units. Floating to another critical care area is not a bad thing, but floating to one of the horrid step-downs or telemetry units is just a miserable day.
I am trying to keep an open mind, but it is all I can do to stay positive in one of those wretched areas.
It seems that the unit I was contracted to has dwindling census and the hospital organization has decided to shift some of the overflow to the main hospital causing lower census and thus causing contracted labor to be dumped in the float pool. Not what I signed up for and I have no problem cutting a running if it appears I will be floated in excess.
The fun starts tomorrow!!
I have a total of 11 shifts remaining. I am betting that more than half of them I am going to be floating to other units. Floating to another critical care area is not a bad thing, but floating to one of the horrid step-downs or telemetry units is just a miserable day.
I am trying to keep an open mind, but it is all I can do to stay positive in one of those wretched areas.
It seems that the unit I was contracted to has dwindling census and the hospital organization has decided to shift some of the overflow to the main hospital causing lower census and thus causing contracted labor to be dumped in the float pool. Not what I signed up for and I have no problem cutting a running if it appears I will be floated in excess.
The fun starts tomorrow!!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
What Time It..
This daylight saving time has screwed me up. That along with my recent travel has my sleep to wake inner clocked all screwed up.
Last night I went to be at 8pm and am wide awake at 3am. Some of that is thanks to the dogs! I saw one of them out of bed with that, 'I should pee here on the floor' look in her eyes. So I get up and walk her all around the complex.
I am starting to focus on their bowel movements. She did not poop yesterday. This is unusual because the dogs usually poop multiple times per day. So for her to go an entire day without pooping it is cause for concern.
Maybe I will try sleep one more time..
Last night I went to be at 8pm and am wide awake at 3am. Some of that is thanks to the dogs! I saw one of them out of bed with that, 'I should pee here on the floor' look in her eyes. So I get up and walk her all around the complex.
I am starting to focus on their bowel movements. She did not poop yesterday. This is unusual because the dogs usually poop multiple times per day. So for her to go an entire day without pooping it is cause for concern.
Maybe I will try sleep one more time..
Monday, November 8, 2010
fat nasty troll two
One more little gem from the fat nasty troll manager.
It seems one of the pool nurses was searching for something online. The chubby manager called this nurse out where she was sitting. She said, "I will have no online shopping on my unit."
I did not witness this little exibition, but I was told about it later. It seems the nurse online was looking up a diagnosis or something medical that she wanted more information about and chubs had to stick her fat nose in it.
I so wish it had been me! I would have cruicified the fat bitch! I have a few weeks left and God help me if I land there on my last day! I will personally make it my goal to bait this fat woman and take great pleasure in putting her right!
I know I am being petty, but I hate these underqualified people who are placed in a semi-management position and feel they deserve to talk down to staff. It serves no purpose and I will be happy to release my venting on one who clearly deserves it!.
It seems one of the pool nurses was searching for something online. The chubby manager called this nurse out where she was sitting. She said, "I will have no online shopping on my unit."
I did not witness this little exibition, but I was told about it later. It seems the nurse online was looking up a diagnosis or something medical that she wanted more information about and chubs had to stick her fat nose in it.
I so wish it had been me! I would have cruicified the fat bitch! I have a few weeks left and God help me if I land there on my last day! I will personally make it my goal to bait this fat woman and take great pleasure in putting her right!
I know I am being petty, but I hate these underqualified people who are placed in a semi-management position and feel they deserve to talk down to staff. It serves no purpose and I will be happy to release my venting on one who clearly deserves it!.
fat troll manager
I am filled with dread! I have had a full seven days off and my return to work looms near. I don't hate the unit where I work, I hate the floating to another unit. The step-down units are horrid and as bad as I remember from my last assignment with this hospital.
The units are unorganized and poorly staffed. The charting system has been bloated with so many mandated requirements that it takes forever. Equipment does not work and the whole system there is flawed.
A week ago I was working in one of the nasty step-down areas. I arrived late because there were mixups in the staffing department. Anyway, I am there working a few hours when this woman approaches me. I amtold later she was the manager of the unit.
This woman says, "do you have room XX?"
me, "yes I do, what cha need?"
her: "we seem to have a problem."
me: "okay?"
her: "you have failed to fill out your hourly rounding sheets!"
me: "what is that?"
her: "Excuse me! We had a meeting about this just this morning where all of YOU were instructed of the importance of completing the hourly rounding sheets!"
Unit Secretary: "He was not here this morning - staffing had him all over the place"
her: "oh! Well you should still know about the forms they are required throughout the hospital."
me: "I am not from this hospital. I am a traveller and I floated here and we do not use them in the unit where I come from."
her: (in a very condesending tone) "and just where would that be?"
Me: "I am ICU we pretty much are in the rooms more often than every hour."
It was all I could do not to get up in this plump woman's face and tell her to get the fuck away from me. The hourly rounds are a fucking joke! The stupid rounding is just another idea of lazy administration thinking they are being proactive. The truth is the nurses fill the form in at one time at the end of the shift - effective!
The form itself has every hour listed to the left and about 10 boxes to be completed each hour. The first box is initial, the second is time! WTF? The time is preprinted.
So, after talking to this frumpy ass woman I went back and placed little smiley faces on my forms - if I am floated on my last day I will spell out fuck you on each line!
The units are unorganized and poorly staffed. The charting system has been bloated with so many mandated requirements that it takes forever. Equipment does not work and the whole system there is flawed.
A week ago I was working in one of the nasty step-down areas. I arrived late because there were mixups in the staffing department. Anyway, I am there working a few hours when this woman approaches me. I amtold later she was the manager of the unit.
This woman says, "do you have room XX?"
me, "yes I do, what cha need?"
her: "we seem to have a problem."
me: "okay?"
her: "you have failed to fill out your hourly rounding sheets!"
me: "what is that?"
her: "Excuse me! We had a meeting about this just this morning where all of YOU were instructed of the importance of completing the hourly rounding sheets!"
Unit Secretary: "He was not here this morning - staffing had him all over the place"
her: "oh! Well you should still know about the forms they are required throughout the hospital."
me: "I am not from this hospital. I am a traveller and I floated here and we do not use them in the unit where I come from."
her: (in a very condesending tone) "and just where would that be?"
Me: "I am ICU we pretty much are in the rooms more often than every hour."
It was all I could do not to get up in this plump woman's face and tell her to get the fuck away from me. The hourly rounds are a fucking joke! The stupid rounding is just another idea of lazy administration thinking they are being proactive. The truth is the nurses fill the form in at one time at the end of the shift - effective!
The form itself has every hour listed to the left and about 10 boxes to be completed each hour. The first box is initial, the second is time! WTF? The time is preprinted.
So, after talking to this frumpy ass woman I went back and placed little smiley faces on my forms - if I am floated on my last day I will spell out fuck you on each line!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
mello sunday..
I sit on the sofa watching television with two snoring dogs next to me. Life is good today!
New Countdown...
I always have some sort of countdown going on. In days past, it was the countdown to a class ending, graduation, vacation etc... There is always something I am looking forward to or working towards. I guess we are all like that, but I love to see the numbers get smaller as the event draws near.
I downloaded a countdown program for my computer that displays the month, day, minute and second of the upcoming event. Everytime I sign on my laptop there is the reminder staring me in the face and it helps to motivate me and comfort me all at the same time.
I countdown shifts at the hospital and at any given time I know the percentage of the day that remains. So that even a bad day has the end in sight. It is just one of those things that helps me get through the day.
I currently have two pretty important coundowns that I am paying very close attention to at the moment.
The first is the countdown for my current contract here in Mexas. As of today I have four weeks and six days remaining. There is the possibility I will work one additional week, but at this moment I am not counting that. Should the sell of the house fall through - I will be staying that extra week and maybe one more. We will see!
The second countdown is the one that marks the day my new job starts. It stands at nine weeks and one day. It is a big date for me and I have not mentioned much about it here on this blog and am up in the air as to if or when I will.
I downloaded a countdown program for my computer that displays the month, day, minute and second of the upcoming event. Everytime I sign on my laptop there is the reminder staring me in the face and it helps to motivate me and comfort me all at the same time.
I countdown shifts at the hospital and at any given time I know the percentage of the day that remains. So that even a bad day has the end in sight. It is just one of those things that helps me get through the day.
I currently have two pretty important coundowns that I am paying very close attention to at the moment.
The first is the countdown for my current contract here in Mexas. As of today I have four weeks and six days remaining. There is the possibility I will work one additional week, but at this moment I am not counting that. Should the sell of the house fall through - I will be staying that extra week and maybe one more. We will see!
The second countdown is the one that marks the day my new job starts. It stands at nine weeks and one day. It is a big date for me and I have not mentioned much about it here on this blog and am up in the air as to if or when I will.
Douch Spotting..
So I arrive at the airport bright and early and coast through the security. It is a little before 0500 in the morning and I am not yet fully awake. I find a nice spot at my gate and set my backpack down and close my eyes for a brief moment.
At this time of morning most of the shops on the concourse are closed and there is very little foot traffic. At the gate were less than ten people and we were all just about in the same tired condition.
Then it happened! Some guy with his teenage daughter sat directly across from me. They had the whole place they could have selected to sit, but no they chose the seats directly in front of mine. Which normally would be no big deal - except today.
The father, in his mid to late forties, and his daughter around 17 sat there and he proceeded to go through his phone mail and loudly talk about every fucking thing. Apparently some of the emails were about his daughters school calender and he felt at 0500 in the morning in a quiet airport was the prime venue to discuss his daughter's schedule.
He was one of those guys who has the bluetooth earpiece permanently affixed to his ear - as if a flood of calls were coming in at 0500! I thought after ten or so minutes he would shut the fuck up - but NO! he kept blathering loudly on and on.
I decided to put my headphones on to drown him out and seconds later a heavy set Mexican lady sat next to me with perfume that was bot extremely sweet smelling and very strong that caused me to leave the area and stand far away from this group.
Ten minutes later they called to load the plane. When they load the plane it is done with certain protocol. The first class people get on first - yea I get it you paid four times too much for your ticket so get on and lets get moving. Next they load the people in the back to front. so that loading can be done smoothly without waiting for too many people to store their overhead luggage and get everyone seated as quickly as possible.
Well, some people do not believe these instructions apply to them and feel they should just board when they feel like it. Case in point, the douche bag father and daughter. They were on row 10 and decided they should board before people in the back of the plane. And they took forever to store their seven pieces of carry on luggage. So much that it filled the overhead for their seat and half of another row.
I swear sometimes I fucking hate stupid people!
At this time of morning most of the shops on the concourse are closed and there is very little foot traffic. At the gate were less than ten people and we were all just about in the same tired condition.
Then it happened! Some guy with his teenage daughter sat directly across from me. They had the whole place they could have selected to sit, but no they chose the seats directly in front of mine. Which normally would be no big deal - except today.
The father, in his mid to late forties, and his daughter around 17 sat there and he proceeded to go through his phone mail and loudly talk about every fucking thing. Apparently some of the emails were about his daughters school calender and he felt at 0500 in the morning in a quiet airport was the prime venue to discuss his daughter's schedule.
He was one of those guys who has the bluetooth earpiece permanently affixed to his ear - as if a flood of calls were coming in at 0500! I thought after ten or so minutes he would shut the fuck up - but NO! he kept blathering loudly on and on.
I decided to put my headphones on to drown him out and seconds later a heavy set Mexican lady sat next to me with perfume that was bot extremely sweet smelling and very strong that caused me to leave the area and stand far away from this group.
Ten minutes later they called to load the plane. When they load the plane it is done with certain protocol. The first class people get on first - yea I get it you paid four times too much for your ticket so get on and lets get moving. Next they load the people in the back to front. so that loading can be done smoothly without waiting for too many people to store their overhead luggage and get everyone seated as quickly as possible.
Well, some people do not believe these instructions apply to them and feel they should just board when they feel like it. Case in point, the douche bag father and daughter. They were on row 10 and decided they should board before people in the back of the plane. And they took forever to store their seven pieces of carry on luggage. So much that it filled the overhead for their seat and half of another row.
I swear sometimes I fucking hate stupid people!
Tis Over...
What a whirlwind of activity... I worked Monday, Tues, wed. stayed up well past 10pm packing and organizing for my trip Thursday. Woke up at 3am and took a cab to the airport for my 0545 flight to Pittsburgh.
Arrived in Pittsburgh at 1130 and I was off to an appointment. After my appt. I picked up a bud and we went to Chili's for lunch and a few beers. From there a quick stop at the market to pick up supplies for the road trip and back home for a few hours.
The plan was to hit Hambones for a farewell drink. Well, I overdid it. In fact the bill came and the two of us downed $115.00 worth of beer - ouch! But it was a special occasion. I will most likely never step foot in Pittsburgh again and there were many parts of the experience I enjoyed and I would miss. So an expensive beer soaked farewell was okay.
The price however did not stop at the $115.00! We walked home from the pub and I must have passed out and before you know it - morning arrived. With it a massive hangover! See, I had not been drinking much and oh I paid the price.
Nothing in this world can be as horrible as being horribly hung over and on a road trip with two dogs that covers 1500 miles. However, I had only myself to blame and it was time to suck it up and get going - which I did.
We left at 0900 and stopped for the night around 10pm. I travelled 800+ miles and we found a nice rest area. I had a van where all the seats were stoed and we make a little bed on the floor and me an the two dogs slept all cuddled up - just like in out bed back home.
I awoke around three and it was a bit cold out - plus some fucking yokels parked directly beside the van and discussed their shitty car for an hour before leaving. Of all the spots that they could have selected to park they had to park directly beside me. Figures.
So, day two found me feeling much better and we set off for the remaining 600+ miles. We finally arrived around 1pm. I walked the dogs in the complex and unloaded the van. Some 20 trips up and down three flights and I was literally exhausted! I made a little dinner and crashed!! I cannot believe all that took place in just three days.
Today, is a recovery day. Yes, I may still run this morning but will not do much else. I am gonna plant my ass on the sofa and me and the dogs will watch football until our eyes explode - sweet!
Arrived in Pittsburgh at 1130 and I was off to an appointment. After my appt. I picked up a bud and we went to Chili's for lunch and a few beers. From there a quick stop at the market to pick up supplies for the road trip and back home for a few hours.
The plan was to hit Hambones for a farewell drink. Well, I overdid it. In fact the bill came and the two of us downed $115.00 worth of beer - ouch! But it was a special occasion. I will most likely never step foot in Pittsburgh again and there were many parts of the experience I enjoyed and I would miss. So an expensive beer soaked farewell was okay.
The price however did not stop at the $115.00! We walked home from the pub and I must have passed out and before you know it - morning arrived. With it a massive hangover! See, I had not been drinking much and oh I paid the price.
Nothing in this world can be as horrible as being horribly hung over and on a road trip with two dogs that covers 1500 miles. However, I had only myself to blame and it was time to suck it up and get going - which I did.
We left at 0900 and stopped for the night around 10pm. I travelled 800+ miles and we found a nice rest area. I had a van where all the seats were stoed and we make a little bed on the floor and me an the two dogs slept all cuddled up - just like in out bed back home.
I awoke around three and it was a bit cold out - plus some fucking yokels parked directly beside the van and discussed their shitty car for an hour before leaving. Of all the spots that they could have selected to park they had to park directly beside me. Figures.
So, day two found me feeling much better and we set off for the remaining 600+ miles. We finally arrived around 1pm. I walked the dogs in the complex and unloaded the van. Some 20 trips up and down three flights and I was literally exhausted! I made a little dinner and crashed!! I cannot believe all that took place in just three days.
Today, is a recovery day. Yes, I may still run this morning but will not do much else. I am gonna plant my ass on the sofa and me and the dogs will watch football until our eyes explode - sweet!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Put A Lid on it..
The house is packed. I leave at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow to Pittsburgh to pick up my dogs and say goodbye to our home. The whole sell is still a bit tenuous but I cannot dwell on the deal falling through - I have to move forward.
I am suppose to work today and the nasty part is I most likley will be floated to some suck ass unit. I had toyed with the idea of calling in today, but with being off a week and sort of needing the money as the house deal is not finalized - I thought it best to take the shift and just suck it up!
The possibilities are another ICU (Fingers crossed), step-down (full of nasty bitches) or the vile and evil tele floor - suck ass big time!!!
I am suffering this morning. My neck has a crick in it and it hurts to turn from side to side. I guess I spent too much time pulling up fat nasty bitches. The unit has a tech, but I still do not know what the hell that person does. It sure doesn't seem to be help with any sort of patient care.
More coffee!!
I am suppose to work today and the nasty part is I most likley will be floated to some suck ass unit. I had toyed with the idea of calling in today, but with being off a week and sort of needing the money as the house deal is not finalized - I thought it best to take the shift and just suck it up!
The possibilities are another ICU (Fingers crossed), step-down (full of nasty bitches) or the vile and evil tele floor - suck ass big time!!!
I am suffering this morning. My neck has a crick in it and it hurts to turn from side to side. I guess I spent too much time pulling up fat nasty bitches. The unit has a tech, but I still do not know what the hell that person does. It sure doesn't seem to be help with any sort of patient care.
More coffee!!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
If it could go wrong...
This house thing is making me nuts. Here we thought we had all of our ducks lined up and we were ready for closing this month when we got the call.
It seems the buyers bank refused to reconsider the appraisal. Details are schetchy at best and our realtor has once again not proven to be a wealth of information. I do know the first appraisal omitted little things like a bathroom, a garage oh and an entire third floor. So I cannot understand the reasoning for their bank not reconsidering the unusually low value.
So, the new plan is the buyers are going to go with another lender. Our realtor expected us to pony up $400+ to pay for a new appraisal. I seriously do not where this womans's head is. She is so getting an earful when this process comes to an end.
However, the realtor will be present for the new appraisal so they don't overlook the pesky little details that cause a lazy appraiser to omit three bedrooms, a bath and a garage.
The movers are doing their thing today and radon mitigation will be completed. I fly back in two days!! I cannot wait!! Hopefully, the next appraisal will be correct, but at this point nothing would surprise me.
It seems the buyers bank refused to reconsider the appraisal. Details are schetchy at best and our realtor has once again not proven to be a wealth of information. I do know the first appraisal omitted little things like a bathroom, a garage oh and an entire third floor. So I cannot understand the reasoning for their bank not reconsidering the unusually low value.
So, the new plan is the buyers are going to go with another lender. Our realtor expected us to pony up $400+ to pay for a new appraisal. I seriously do not where this womans's head is. She is so getting an earful when this process comes to an end.
However, the realtor will be present for the new appraisal so they don't overlook the pesky little details that cause a lazy appraiser to omit three bedrooms, a bath and a garage.
The movers are doing their thing today and radon mitigation will be completed. I fly back in two days!! I cannot wait!! Hopefully, the next appraisal will be correct, but at this point nothing would surprise me.
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