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!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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!
***************
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.
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