If we were having coffee, I would tell you . . .
- In about two days, I will be fired. It is going to be the most glorious thing that has happened in the last year. No regrets. Not one.
- While switching to days was a good thing, I also received a new supervisor who is a psychotic bitch. She makes fun of her workers and the powers that be keep her. So I’m not staying one more minute.
- My knee is the size of a pumpkin again. It’s inflammation (aka arthritis).
- This week, I will be spending time looking for a job.
- I’m hoping that I don’t have to grow my hair back in order to get a job. It would be disappointing. I’m so close to having circa 1990s Prince hair.
- One of my other goals is to work on one or both of my books. There’s a third book in the mix somewhere.
- I’ll get to see my kids and drive them every damn place. It will be pretty awesome.
- I foresee a lot of coffee in the near future. There’s so much to do: Get a job. Finish writing 3 books. Keep Prince on heavy music rotation per the usual. Drive kids everywhere. Stay positive. The end.
This is Why We Can’t Have nice things
It’s been so long since I’ve done a coffee share post. I don’t even know where to start.
- We have a cat. She’s a bad kitty but we love her anyway.
- The amount of potted plants in our house has decreased. See above statement.
- Also, I found gum on the piano this morning. I don’t think it was the kitty.
- After a year, I have finally moved to day shift.
- I don’t have that many friends on day shift.
- Someone on day shift said that I should wear spiked shoulder pads. It goes with my mohawk and my grumpy, yet somehow charming personality.
- It would look like this:
BTW: My mohawk is way better. However, I don’t have a belt buckle that big and shiny. I’m thinking that the boyfriend and I could be the Road Warriors for Halloween next year.
- The change to day shift has been good. I have more time to spend with family. More time to blog. More time to do things that I have been putting off so I can sleep during the day. I can drink coffee during the day now, instead of at 9 p.m. Or 2:30 a.m.
I hope that all of you are doing well. I have really missed you guys!
P.S. You can find more Coffee posts here.
Part-Time Monster’s Blog
It’s been a month since I started my job. Most days, I have no idea of what I’m doing. Most nights, someone reminds me that I’m clueless and in the same breath offers to help. It can be confusing to love and hate your co-workers.
Yet, I keep going in every night.
Sometimes, it is tempting to keep the halogen lights on for the whole shift. They make me feel warm and cozy – well, as much as headlights can make a person feel cozy.
I’m also failing lunch. It’s possible. It reminds me of high school, where I also failed lunch. We probably didn’t technically get graded on social interaction but you know everyone passes or fails. It’s a popularity contest. Maybe I should bring cookies to help me pass. Everyone loves cookies.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you . . .
– It’s the 7th anniversary with the boyfriend. He bought me some rum. I bought him bacon. It’s probably why we have made it this long.
-The pipes froze. Again.
This is what it looked like at sunrise today.
– I’m still working midnights. I will probably never love my job. It’s a means to an end.
– I may have farted in someone’s general direction. She has really bad body odor and attention-seeking behavior. There could be a connection. Anyway, I did not feel bad about the gas. I’m just trying to survive the body odor and the fact that i have to wear an ugly apron and safety goggles.
-If the pipes don’t unfreeze, I will also have an issue with body odor. Not to mention the gas issue.
-I bought some Dunkin Donuts coffee creamer. Caramel. Mmmm. Hoping it’s good.
-My mom is back from vacation. There will be a trip to see her soon.
-What are you doing!?
Check out more Weekend Coffee Share posts at Part-Time Monster’s link-up.
I was anxious yesterday. Honestly, I may be anxious every day but I was especially anxious yesterday. It was a stressful work day. I was waiting anxiously for everyone to yell at me for anything and everything. Someone noticed the anxiousness oozing out of my body. It was probably sweat but it looked like anxiety.
This person said, “You look more nervous than a pregnant nun.”
I stopped. Well, my body kept moving but my brain stopped for a minute – if only to think about how nervous a pregnant nun would be.
Holy crap! I felt that nervous. Now someone has noticed. Does that mean the anxiety is out of control? Do I need to do something about it?
No, it will be fine. Sometimes breathing helps. Not worrying about every little thing helps. And then more breathing. If there is any humor in the situation, I hope to find it and laugh hysterically later in the bathroom. Or maybe I should wait until I get home so people at work don’t hear me laughing hysterically in the bathroom. I would rather not get called to the office for being a distraction.
Then I realized that it could be worse. I could be the pregnant nun. Thank goodness I didn’t take my uncles advice and become a nun. He said it was a good job with three square meals a day and a shot of whiskey at night. Can anyone confirm that nuns drink whiskey every night or is it only in the winter?
My job as nurse aide is a mixed bag of stuff. It can be emotionally and physically demanding. My pain level is at a 15 on most days. Today was my fourth day in a row. If I had a nice quiet desk job, I would not complain about the fourth day in a row. My job is not nice and quiet. It can also be messy. I can’t tell you about the mess – it’s just too much information.
I’ve seen people walk off of the job because they can’t handle it. Some days, I’m not sure how I make it through until the end of the shift. Other days, I don’t think I’ll make it until the end of the week.
It’s not all bad. Some of the residents joke around and that’s fun. I get to fix hair and that’s fun for me. When the residents let me pick out their clothes, it’s pretty cool. Except when they hate everything I pick out. I’m not sure how that happens. It’s their clothes that they bought. Anyway, enough about work. Let’s watch a video.