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akainagiWell, I finished at my old job, which was kind of hard (translation: I cried like a baby).
Sylvia came in on her day off and brought me a balloon and a cake and a blue monkey (don't ask). Everyone told me how much they were going to miss me, and what a good nurse they thought I was. I don't like to think of myself as egotistical, but it is really nice to hear that from the aides, especially. I know that nurses have to earn their respect.
I just have to hope I can carve myself out the same kind of place in my new job. I'm a little nervous, but I'm starting to get excited.
My uncle is pretty jazzed, too. He hasn't had any family living near him since we moved away when I was in 7th grade. Now I'll be living about 45 minutes away. My mother says I'll probably have him camped on my doorstep.
I'm pleased the Red Sox are going to the World Series. Hockey is really my sport of choice, but I'll generally root for Boston no matter what. Except for B.U. Period.
I just talked to my aforementioned friend from the previous post. We're coordinating the exchange of property through a third party, since she couldn't spare me 15 minutes. After I hung up the phone, I was just furious. I wanted to fucking punch someone, or call her back and bitch her out. Then I sat down, ate my supper, drank a sunkist, listened to some music, and practiced what my therapist used to teach me. Radical acceptance. This is what is, accept the situation and your feelings and move on. For once, it seems to have worked. You can't make people like you, and you can't change them, or their behavior.
Things change, I change and move on. And right now, I feel okay.
Sylvia came in on her day off and brought me a balloon and a cake and a blue monkey (don't ask). Everyone told me how much they were going to miss me, and what a good nurse they thought I was. I don't like to think of myself as egotistical, but it is really nice to hear that from the aides, especially. I know that nurses have to earn their respect.
I just have to hope I can carve myself out the same kind of place in my new job. I'm a little nervous, but I'm starting to get excited.
My uncle is pretty jazzed, too. He hasn't had any family living near him since we moved away when I was in 7th grade. Now I'll be living about 45 minutes away. My mother says I'll probably have him camped on my doorstep.
I'm pleased the Red Sox are going to the World Series. Hockey is really my sport of choice, but I'll generally root for Boston no matter what. Except for B.U. Period.
I just talked to my aforementioned friend from the previous post. We're coordinating the exchange of property through a third party, since she couldn't spare me 15 minutes. After I hung up the phone, I was just furious. I wanted to fucking punch someone, or call her back and bitch her out. Then I sat down, ate my supper, drank a sunkist, listened to some music, and practiced what my therapist used to teach me. Radical acceptance. This is what is, accept the situation and your feelings and move on. For once, it seems to have worked. You can't make people like you, and you can't change them, or their behavior.
Things change, I change and move on. And right now, I feel okay.
