Yes, I am well aware that I am an ass. You must remember, I am the woman who has written in red Sharpie marker on the back of my credit card "You actually checked. Wow!"
I used to make it a point to learn the names of all the new staff during their orientation week. I wrote that off as an exercise in futility. We lose about one half of them during orientation. Of the remaining staff, half of them will leave during their training week or during the first week that they are scheduled to work in an apartment. It was at this point, that my revised time frame for learning their names was put into place. Again, an exercise in futility as half of the ones remaining would not make it through their initial 90 days. From an orientation class of 15 or so, we generally end up with one or two staff that stay. As far as learning names, if I see someone around for a while, I'll eventually get around to asking who that person is. Unless of course, the person has made an impression on me by their actions - good or bad. Good will have me asking coverage the next time I see them, and a bad impression will generally have me taking some sort of immediate action.
Where to next? The latest tainted Chinese import? The impending possibility of the bird flu pandemic? Community acquired MRSA? Yes, those lovely antibiotic resistant, hospital-bred super bugs have escaped into the general population. Nice, eh? MRSA, by the way, stands for Methicillin Resistant Staph Aureus. That's why we call it MRSA... lol The medical community loves acronyms.
It's a little after 3am. I can't sleep. I quit smoking, so my body is doing all sorts of funky things. Waking up from a sound sleep for no apparent reason at all has to be among the worst. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to work later today & tomorrow as well.
I have been brooding over this entry for several days now. I'd pull it from the list of saved drafts, stare at it for varying periods of time, alter it sometimes, and eventually save it back to draft. I thought of relegating it to that nether region where I save such things that suck. For some reason, it seemed to not belong there. This entry had a purpose, a message which had not yet become apparent or relevant to my brain.
There have been several things which have come to my mind over the last few weeks that I wanted to explore or to which I wanted to give voice. I just couldn't seem to come to a place where these thoughts and ideas would congeal into cohesive expression.
I do not know if I have arrived at that point yet. I do know that I have arrived at a "checkpoint" or two along the way. No earth-shattering revelations merely a couple of cynical observations.
On this whole scenario of the "social blogging networks"... People are perfectly willing to post someone else's content without even so much as a nod to the originator of the work. I attempt to give full credit to the source(s) from which I will occasionally lift material. My friend, Al, referenced this phenomena (It is quite plural.) the other day. I told him of the sentiments that one young man had stated on his SU profile; he would give a "thumbs down" to any site that had posted content from the original source when the original source still had the data available and/or had not been properly credited. I suppose people feel they must post that "cutting edge" (wtf ever that's supposed to mean in the first place) content in order to be seen as being truly in touch with whatever happens to be going on. Not that whatever happens to be going on may be the slightest bit noteworthy or significant in the first place. It would be akin to me giving a rat's ass about the next pop culture, mass media feeding frenzy. I will confess though, the comic strip panel about the iphone being able to live up to the hype.... you know the one, it had that button on the iphone that stated something about blocking out anything about Paris Hilton.... I'd post it here, but damn it, I can't find where my computer put it when Al sent it to me the other day, and I'm too much of a slacker to open another tab and go Google. OK, yeah, it also had buttons for strategy on exiting Iraq and a couple of pertinent social things.... but, omg, to have a reality where, at the push of a button, Paris Hilton ceases to exist?!?!
Just FYI, for you dumb-asses out there who haven't figured it out yet, we already have that button. It's right there on your TV remote. It's labelled "off."
On love. Me getting a revelation on love may be sort of like... well... hmmmmmm... I don't really know what would be a perfect analogy for that one. I believe in love. I can't say that I've been completely successful when it comes to the practice of love, but I still think it's a pretty cool concept.
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