Kotoba no Renkinjutsushi ~ 言葉の錬金術師 ~

I took the management job. Which means I am now am having a general, all-purpose feak-out that I actually took the management job. But trying to put my best face forward and think positive for once in my life. If anyone sees a puff of smoke over the North Shore of Massachusetts, it means I spontaneously combusted from the effort.

The weekend off is a very welcome thing, even though I'm working on Christmas proper. Here's hoping for a quiet holiday night. And after that I go on day shift. Sleep, how I've missed you.

Lastly ...

( Happy Holidays from the city of fish sticks, drunken sailors and Saint Peter )

Misaki: "It must be nice to be in a relationship."
Usagi: "We are in a relationship."
Misaki: "We are?!?"
Usagi: "Why are you so shocked? We live together, eat together, sleep together. I mess you up in particular places. We thrust things in and out. And finally -"
Misaki: "Don't say it!!!"

Poor Misaki. Repeated sexual escapades with Usagi-san does in fact make you gay. But cheer up! At least you're on the bottom and Usagi-san has to do all the work.

On the RL front, I am once again gainfully employed full-time. It's awesome, because maybe I'll be less broke, but it seriously cuts into my writing time. How am I supposed to get any serious fangirling done now? Tch.

I guess that's what they make weekends for, eh?

Still looking for work, having a lot of bad days interspersed with some good days, but at least there are some good days in there somewhere. Think I've got a good shot at a unit manager job in Medford, which is a little further than I wanted to travel, but beggars can;t be choosers. Today was one of the better days. Saw the movie "9" today. Awesome - loved it. Jennifer Connelly doing one of the voices was a bonus.
Am a little worried that we're going to get buried in snow tomorrow and I'm supposed to be at my PCP and my psychopharm. What with Gloucester and its wonderful record with snow removal. At least I don't have to drive to work in it.

People need to make money.
To make money, said people need to work.
In order for this particular person to go back to work, I need to make my MD happy.
What will make my MD happy is for me to eat.
Thus equals one unhappy MD and one broke me.
FML.

Ack! Another mock survey. The hippies were right: corporations are evil. Or was that the green party? I can never remember.
I close on my condo in three weeks and one day. I'm pretty excited. I can't wait to start decorating and bringing my stuff down from NH. It's just where I want to be, too. Walking distance to the train, downtown Gloucester (!shopping!) and the park/beach.
My mother hates it and isn't speaking to me at the moment. She's pissed because it's a one bedroom and doesn't have any room for her to move in and (continue to) rule my life. The moral of the story: There isn't anything so sacred in life that your family can't ruin it for you. Or try to at least.
In closing, I ask all the women out there - Is there anything quite as nice as finding a bra that fits perfectly. On sale no less. Especially after wearing ones that don't fit. I seriously feel like a million bucks. It feels awesome. My girls feel all supported.

Posting from work. I hate the weekends here, but at least there is usually more down time. And after the way this place has been lately down time is worth it's weight in gold.
I've applied for a manager's position at my current facility which I don't think I have a snowball's chance in hell of getting. The only reason I want it is that it might get me to an easier wing, and it would give me weekends off, so I could start taking classes again.

The problem with managing, as opposed to just being a line nurse, is that it's not enough for you to take care of your patients well, but you have to manage people who have no desire to take care of their patient's well ... or sometimes at all. I've never been good at dealing with laziness and insubordination in those below me. How can you make another person do something when you don't really have the power to threaten them with serious discipline (i.e. suspension and termination).

I realize now how spoiled I was by the LNA's back in Berlin. Most of them were hard working and followed instructions, but yet cared enough about their patients to respectfully disagree with bad instructions.

This job, which for a while was improving, is wearing me down. I get up at 5am to get to work at 630am, I'm supposed to get out at 3pm, but secondary to the fact that nobody here understands the concept of getting to work on time, all last week I got out consistently at 5 in the evening. And I have to get home, take care of dogs, food, shopping and household stuff to get to bed between 8 and 9.

Speaking of dogs, I'm now giving my old geezer Lilly subcutaneous infusions of lactated ringers twice a day, along with liquid antibiotics twice a day. Took her to the vet expecting to hear that she needed to be put down, and he tells us that she is dehydrated and has a bladder infection. The first SQ infusion was easy. But now she's starting to get her pep back as has realized "Damn! They're poking me with a giant needle! I better squirm and bark my head off." But I think she's feeling better, and she's certainly eating better, which is great.

I took my uncle in for a cardioversion at BIDMC on my last day off, which they ended up not doing. Afterwards I took a trip into Harvard Square and spent some of that overtime money I've been earning. Got the Evangelion art book and the Final Fantasy 5 and 6 sountracks. I shop at Tokyo Kid so much they're starting to give me a discount. And tomorrow I'm going bra shopping to buy bras for the new, thinner me.

... this day is over.
Volunteering to work Thanksgiving = temporary insanity on my part.
I swear all the patients were hopped up on speed or something. And they didn't share with me. How selfish.

Turns out work screwed up my schedule and told me I was working the weekend opposite of what I'm actually working. So I have to work tomorrow instead of going out and having fun like I planned. Totally not complaining, though. This is the weekend schedule I originally wanted, so I'm psyched. Now I'm back on the same weekend as my friends.
Score one for my social life.

Wow. That was one crappy day.
I have come to the conclusion that my new job could take a few pointers from my old job as far as organization, policy and paperwork. I hope this day was just an anomaly and not an indication of how the rest of my tenure here is going to be.
It was my first day doing a med pass, and it did not go awfully well. I got behind, I felt clueless, and I almost made a med error. And I find that all the lovely mountains of paperwork the management has been telling me I must do whenever a sparrow farts goes out the window when the person training me doesn't feel like going through with it.
And at the end of a long 8 hours I walked out witout giving the oncoming nurse report. I just forgot. The oncoming nurse was the one who had been TRAINING me all day long on the same side, so I can't understand why she would need report, but I suppose she had been expecting it. I'm probably going to hear about it tomorrow.

I'll be offline for about a week while I get myself set up in my new town and start my new job, as I will be computer-less. As well as playstationless and dvdplayerless. I'll probably be too busy to be bored, though. In my spare time, I'm going to work on more 9Rose fics to try and placate the plotbunnies that are nibbling on my frontal lobe.
See you all later!