One For Friday

It has been a long couple of days so far, and I really should be headed to bed. The night shift looms.

Picked the guy up at the airport last night, and we got to sleep not long after midnight. I headed for home before 6am and phoned to wake him for work at 8am.

So, I wonder what new rumors and or variations he is hearing today? I don't really care. It doesn't bother me, but he is upset by it all. At Christmas, I asked Chris if she remembered him from when she worked there. She didn't. As she commented when I told her I was dating one of the staff, "Oh, I know the grapevine just loves that, fucking Peyton Place."

Last night, I told him that I want a divorce. As this quarter of school is looking as bad as the last, I feel justified. "Ah, you know how I am when I am in my books." I repeated that I wanted a divorce. He continued to ignore me.

I so hate AOL. Benazir Bhutto was assassinated yesterday; it was not on the scrolling front page clicks or even listed in a Top Stories link. However, the fact that Paris Hilton is being essentially disinherited by her grandfather giving 97% of his fortune to charity was right up there along with Mother Of The Year Britney Spears and her knocked-up teenage sister. Oh, and knocked-up Jessica Alba is now engaged to her baby daddy. And, Mischa Barton's mug shot from a DUI arrest made the front page. I have not clicked over to Yahoo yet, but I'm not holding much hope for content of a much higher caliber.

Being me, I had to pop on over to Yahoo and take a peak. I will give them credit, they had valid content on their front page. **NOTE TO SELF : Change home-page on Mike and Amanda's laptop.**

The guy and I were just settling in to sleep last night. After I had asked for my divorce and we were talking about my boss wanting to use some of his pharmacology books this quarter. My phone rang. It was Brian. I answered the phone with, "Were your ears burning?" No. He had called to tell me that one of our patients had just died within the last hour. I told Hindolo that Carl had died. "When?" "Just a little bit ago. Brian was calling to let me know. That's just something the nurses do." I'm just calling Jane now to make sure that someone has phoned Carol. Someone forgot to phone me once, and it was a great shock to come back to work a few days later, be in the middle of report and ask about someone to be told that they had died earlier in the week. So, Carol was always the person who would make sure I got a call if I happened to be off. I want to make sure Carol gets a call as she is on vacation this week.

Carl was one of the people that I really hadn't expected to still be there when I came back to work last year, but I was really glad to see that he was. He was sans both legs above the knee when I returned, and he was by no means as sharp as he had been when I worked there previously, but he was still Carl. He was not without his moments of clarity and even managed to grab my ass one day when I was wearing the insidious hoochie-momma low-rise jeans. LOL That was Carl.

I am off to bed. I'll have some thoughts on some relevant things with the next entry. That's the plan, anyway.

Yes, I Did It

Disinformation – The deliberate dissemination of false or misleading information that is leaked for the purpose of influencing opinions or perceptions. A common practice is to mix truth, half-truth, and lies.

My plea - Guilty as charged. However, I don't like to lie.

We had a nurse get fired a few weeks back. It doesn't happen too often, but it does happen.

The nurse who was unfortunate enough to be working with this nurse the day that this happened is a really nice guy. He is also a very good nurse. He has integrity. He also has a great sense of humor being that he survives my good-natured harassment on a weekly basis. (I let him know that he is the Number Two man in my life, and that I would be perfectly willing to solve his "can't keep a girlfriend because he works too much" dilemma. I told him he merely needs to call me when he gets a couple of free hours ~nudge, nudge, wink, wink~ and other than that, he can feel free to work as much as he wants and I will keep myself busy with shopping.)

The rumor mongers have it that he is directly responsible for getting this nurse fired. As I told my supervisor, I thought it was her actions that got her fired. Gee, personal accountability? So, anyway, he hasn't been a really happy guy of late. When I heard that the rumor mongers had him upset, I went in to work a couple of hours early just to talk with him.

OK, my interpretation of "talking with him" would probably differ greatly from yours. I told him that he needed to ignore these people. He has his own agenda and what he is doing works for him, and to let these miserable sons of bitches who have no life complicate his thing is absolutely ludicrous. I even offered that I have no problem with telling those who need to be told, "Fuck off and mind your own damn business."

So, he's still not convinced that he doesn't want to change his schedule, job situation, etc. etc. He works for us full-time, works a regular part-time job, and works for at least two other places contingent.

It's a matter of credibility for him. I understand that. I respect him for that.

Being that we (he, me, the supervisor and several other people who would prefer to keep their views to themselves because they're just not into being a blatant asshole like me) had a pretty good idea exactly who the gossiping fucking traitorous cunt in the department was (Not being sexist here at all. If a male nurse were suspect, he would bypass bitch and move directly to cunt as well.) I (being one who doesn't give a shit about much that goes on around work other than the well-being of my patients) decided treachery was the order of the day.

I will say that it was successful if the anger and vehemence that I got from the y-chromosome person of significance is an accurate measure of success. Oh my gosh he is PISSED at me! He was talking so fast I couldn't even understand what he was saying at one point. Being blonde, I was stupid enough to ask him to repeat it because he said it so fast that I didn't catch it; that merely served to piss him off even more.

It's going to take him a while to get over this one, if he does. I would hate to lose him because I really do love him. The guy is very private. He doesn't want his life to be the subject of the grapevine. I cannot fault him for that. He has a history with the grapevine having ruined a relationship for him already. In hindsight, had I known that, I may have done things differently. If he can't forgive me, I would hope that we could stay friends because having had him as a part of my life, I could not imagine not having him be there in some capacity.

So, back to the tale of subterfuge...

I told three different people in our department three different scenarios about me and the guy.

The disinformation that was given to the prime suspect was what came back to me via the wrath of the y-chromosome. And, was it ever distorted and mangled and twisted. OH SHIT IS HE PISSED!! Hell, it even pissed me off with the degree to which it had been folded, spindled, and mutilated.

But, my suspicions have been confirmed. I really didn't have any doubt, but you know, you can't come up with a proof if you don't do the experiment.

So, it is beyond our department now.

It is beyond our division.

It is beyond our corporation.

It is the property of the world via the web.

Just gotta love the religious people of the world.