Good morning!
It is Saturday. I'm chilling with the grands while the parental units are working. I work later. Instead of going in at 11am, I will be going in at 3pm. Tomorrow, I will not be working at all. Both changes due to people adding themselves on the schedule after I had picked up the remaining hours. Works for me. Four fewer hours of running around in the cold today, and a day off tomorrow to clean my house! Yea! I have been wanting one of those. You know it's a sad state of affairs when I'm looking forward to cleaning house.
The grapevine has gotten wind of my having been offered the night supervisor position. One of the QMRPs congratulated me the other day. I asked how he had heard of it. From one of his staff, of course. LOL He said that the staff had been very positive about the news. I would imagine that the only people who would not be happy to hear that I have been offered the position are those same people who have problems with doing their jobs in the first place and would subsequently have a run-in with me about their job performance.
I'm a very straight-forward person. I operate from the simple philosophy learned in the Marine Corps. Everyone here is an adult. You know your job. Do your job. Period. It's not a hard concept. If you are unsure of what to do, I'm willing to help. I'm willing to mentor. I am always mentoring my staff. I believe that learning better ways to turn people with decreased mobility is just as important as learning more about the new medication or the new diagnosis that someone may have. I have a good rapport with the majority of my coworkers. The ones with whom I do not have a good rapport are those who simply refuse to "get it." They are few, thankfully. Generally, their days are numbered, but we have had a few who managed to keep slipping through the cracks way longer than they should have. A couple of nurses to be included in that statistic.
Just phoned work to make sure they knew I was coming at 3pm rather than 11am. The lights have been out for 2 minutes or so. Has me wondering what's up with the back-up generator, but it's OK. Brian is there. Jane is as well. Sounds like I'm missing the party. LOL
I took a couple of Nyquil capsules last night at 9:15 and went to bed about 9:30. I was dead to the world until I opened my eyes at 7:30am this morning. I am going to have to remember to set my alarm clock if I take that stuff. I figured there was no way I would have slept for 10 hours straight. Shows you what happens when I think....
My electronic thermostat has developed issues. I had not turned it back down to 68 before going to bed and left it set at 70. This morning, it read that it was set at 22. As far as I know, there is no Celsius option on it. I think a trip to Home Depot for a plain dial thermostat may be in order. I have had one of those electronic ones go bad before. On a cold January morning during a holiday weekend to boot. I think that will be a good errand for my son-in-law this afternoon. LOL
I have only had to referee a couple of minor skirmishes thus far this morning. Not bad. Far below average when you consider the "Gabe factor." Jonathan has become "very three-years-old" and prone to the screaming and crying hissy fits without obvious provocation. Add in Isaiah's ADHD and Trinity's princess affectations, and it will always make for an interesting time. My home life differs far too little from my work life.
On that depressing note, I'm off to crochet on this throw that I'm making for my son-in-law.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Off to Bed Soon
It is cold, very cold. Fortunately, the winds are relatively calm.
I stopped by Wal-Mart after work and picked up some dog food, coffee, and a needle threader. I am surprised that I remembered a needle threader. I got Trinity a punch embroidery set for Christmas and told her not to mess with it until I could help her with it. Being that kids don't listen, floss was scattered, directions were missing, and the needle threader has been lost forever. It is impossible to thread one of those punches without a threader.
I don't feel much like blogging tonight. I feel like knitting. Maybe that's a good thing.
I stopped by Wal-Mart after work and picked up some dog food, coffee, and a needle threader. I am surprised that I remembered a needle threader. I got Trinity a punch embroidery set for Christmas and told her not to mess with it until I could help her with it. Being that kids don't listen, floss was scattered, directions were missing, and the needle threader has been lost forever. It is impossible to thread one of those punches without a threader.
I don't feel much like blogging tonight. I feel like knitting. Maybe that's a good thing.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
23:16 - Things Are Looking Up for 2008
I am thought to have survived the holiday season relatively intact. The familial and other associated celebratory gatherings were far less taxing to the soul than the unrelenting bullshit factor to which I was subjected as an occupational hazard.
My daughter is a warped one. I am not sure how it occurred (yeah, right). We were talking about the willingness of Americans to accept celebrations of other cultures. She has decided that the only reason Muslim observances are not embraced by Americans is because there is no drinking involved. Americans are all about diversity and multi-culturalism provided alcohol is a component of the celebration.
Went to work for 4 hours. Double-time. It works. I was out of there by 7:15p. The drive home took a bit longer than usual due to the blowing snow had the roads quite slick.
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It is now Wednesday evening. I ran in and out of single-digit temperatures for 8 hours today. My feet are still numb. I hate this time of year. When the temperatures are this cold, I ache continuously. It isn't to the "time to take the morphine" ache yet, but it is getting close.
I have inherited my daughter's Welsh Springer Spaniel. Not my idea. Really. The dog that my son-in-law insisted they take 3 1/2 years ago when Jason could no longer care for it because it was soooooooooo attached to my daughter has been annoying to him for that very reason since the day they acquired her. "Velcro Dog." As I already have my own Velcro Dog, it has proved to be quite an up-my-butt fiasco these last 3 days. Mocha has come to visit and spend the night occasionally. She will run into my house with Addie and not want to leave until after Amanda has gone to bed, so she ends up spending the night. She even stayed the week when my daughter went to California a couple of years ago. Michael is just flat-out mean to her, so she was better off here. This is her third day here. It would seem that she has decided that she lives here now as she is challenging Addie for dominance. I have not informed Hindolo about the acquisition of Velcro Dog #2.
I inherited the dog because my daughter is getting two ferrets next week. One of the guys that my son-in-law works with knows a recent widower who wants to get rid of his deceased wife's ferrets. Being that Amanda absolutely adores ferrets, there was no question of her wanting to take them. The problem lies in the fact that Mocha loathes small, furry creatures of all types. She has killed a squirrel, an opossum, a couple of stray cats that she didn't want in the yard. She is suspected in the killing of one or more escaped hamsters during the short-lived "hamster phase" that occurred next door.
She has no problems with her own cats or with my cats. Only problems with those interloping cats. Ferrets and Mocha would not make a good mix. Being that the cats travel freely back and forth from one household to the other via a couple of gaps in the basement wall and through the plumbing access in the bathrooms, I imagine in won't be long before the ferrets figure out the passageways. As Mocha went through four owners in two years after her original owner died, neither Amanda or I have the heart to send her to someone else. She is not a bad dog, and she is happy here. So, I inherited her.
It would seem that the Nyquil is starting to do what it is that Nyquil does... I'm off to bed for now.
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Thursday afternoon and I have been relieved of kiddo duty. I am going in for four hours this evening to fill-in due to a call off. I should not complain too much. It could have been 12 hours.
I have been asked, again, to consider taking the night supervisor position. Things have gotten so bad that I am to the point of seriously considering it. We have both staff and nurses that need to be gone. It is not something that I want to do forever. I certainly had other plans that I was considering for the next year while Hindolo finishes school. Sometimes the very reason that you do not want to do something is why you should do it. We have a nurses meeting scheduled towards the end of the month. I told Brian that I would make my decision and let him know before the meeting. I have a feeling my plan to work part-time weekend day-shift starting in February is in jeopardy. This is not going to be an easy decision by any means.
I queried four other nurses. Two were positive, two expressed reservations at my desire to not really want to do this. My mom thinks it's a good thing for me to do. Amanda said that my reasoning of being 46, single, no kids is exactly why I should consider doing this rather than not. I mentioned it to Hindolo, and he expressed some reservation about me working nights. It may simply be that he doesn't want me running around grounds alone in the middle of the night. We will talk more this weekend. I need to schedule an appointment with my doctor to see what she has to say about this idea before I make a decision.
The guy started back to class today. More classwork than clinicals this quarter but a comprehensive exam at the end covering the last three quarters in order to be admitted to the final year of the program. Oh how lovely will my life become here in about 8 or 9 more weeks?
I have much to think about here in the coming days. Personal changes are underway for eating and lifestyle. I suppose those would be my New Year's Resolutions, though I began to implement changes last year. I do want to do more with my design work and crafts. Last year was a total "bust." Just write it off and start with a clean slate. At the least, I'm headed into the new year on a positive note. That's always a good thing.
My daughter is a warped one. I am not sure how it occurred (yeah, right). We were talking about the willingness of Americans to accept celebrations of other cultures. She has decided that the only reason Muslim observances are not embraced by Americans is because there is no drinking involved. Americans are all about diversity and multi-culturalism provided alcohol is a component of the celebration.
Went to work for 4 hours. Double-time. It works. I was out of there by 7:15p. The drive home took a bit longer than usual due to the blowing snow had the roads quite slick.
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It is now Wednesday evening. I ran in and out of single-digit temperatures for 8 hours today. My feet are still numb. I hate this time of year. When the temperatures are this cold, I ache continuously. It isn't to the "time to take the morphine" ache yet, but it is getting close.
I have inherited my daughter's Welsh Springer Spaniel. Not my idea. Really. The dog that my son-in-law insisted they take 3 1/2 years ago when Jason could no longer care for it because it was soooooooooo attached to my daughter has been annoying to him for that very reason since the day they acquired her. "Velcro Dog." As I already have my own Velcro Dog, it has proved to be quite an up-my-butt fiasco these last 3 days. Mocha has come to visit and spend the night occasionally. She will run into my house with Addie and not want to leave until after Amanda has gone to bed, so she ends up spending the night. She even stayed the week when my daughter went to California a couple of years ago. Michael is just flat-out mean to her, so she was better off here. This is her third day here. It would seem that she has decided that she lives here now as she is challenging Addie for dominance. I have not informed Hindolo about the acquisition of Velcro Dog #2.
I inherited the dog because my daughter is getting two ferrets next week. One of the guys that my son-in-law works with knows a recent widower who wants to get rid of his deceased wife's ferrets. Being that Amanda absolutely adores ferrets, there was no question of her wanting to take them. The problem lies in the fact that Mocha loathes small, furry creatures of all types. She has killed a squirrel, an opossum, a couple of stray cats that she didn't want in the yard. She is suspected in the killing of one or more escaped hamsters during the short-lived "hamster phase" that occurred next door.
She has no problems with her own cats or with my cats. Only problems with those interloping cats. Ferrets and Mocha would not make a good mix. Being that the cats travel freely back and forth from one household to the other via a couple of gaps in the basement wall and through the plumbing access in the bathrooms, I imagine in won't be long before the ferrets figure out the passageways. As Mocha went through four owners in two years after her original owner died, neither Amanda or I have the heart to send her to someone else. She is not a bad dog, and she is happy here. So, I inherited her.
It would seem that the Nyquil is starting to do what it is that Nyquil does... I'm off to bed for now.
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Thursday afternoon and I have been relieved of kiddo duty. I am going in for four hours this evening to fill-in due to a call off. I should not complain too much. It could have been 12 hours.
I have been asked, again, to consider taking the night supervisor position. Things have gotten so bad that I am to the point of seriously considering it. We have both staff and nurses that need to be gone. It is not something that I want to do forever. I certainly had other plans that I was considering for the next year while Hindolo finishes school. Sometimes the very reason that you do not want to do something is why you should do it. We have a nurses meeting scheduled towards the end of the month. I told Brian that I would make my decision and let him know before the meeting. I have a feeling my plan to work part-time weekend day-shift starting in February is in jeopardy. This is not going to be an easy decision by any means.
I queried four other nurses. Two were positive, two expressed reservations at my desire to not really want to do this. My mom thinks it's a good thing for me to do. Amanda said that my reasoning of being 46, single, no kids is exactly why I should consider doing this rather than not. I mentioned it to Hindolo, and he expressed some reservation about me working nights. It may simply be that he doesn't want me running around grounds alone in the middle of the night. We will talk more this weekend. I need to schedule an appointment with my doctor to see what she has to say about this idea before I make a decision.
The guy started back to class today. More classwork than clinicals this quarter but a comprehensive exam at the end covering the last three quarters in order to be admitted to the final year of the program. Oh how lovely will my life become here in about 8 or 9 more weeks?
I have much to think about here in the coming days. Personal changes are underway for eating and lifestyle. I suppose those would be my New Year's Resolutions, though I began to implement changes last year. I do want to do more with my design work and crafts. Last year was a total "bust." Just write it off and start with a clean slate. At the least, I'm headed into the new year on a positive note. That's always a good thing.
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