And the answers are hard to come by. I keep saying fine, because over all, that's true. But my hands are shaking and my stomach's queasy, and my brain is just so tired. I blame it on work or the heat or the perpetual money stress I'm starting to suspect I'll just have to live with the rest of my life, but the answer is all of the above and none of ( Read more... )

Another rainy, dreary day. Interestingly, the miserable weather seems to be keeping the folks at large healthy; patient census in the ICU is down to 11. !!! Two secretaries, five patients on one side, six on the other? I was fully expecting them to give the other secretary the afternoon off (I'm out of the running since I went home early a couple ( Read more... )

It is 8am.

I have been at work for one hour.

I have taken off two orders.

The phone has rung once.

I wish I were at home, asleep.

Much love,

K

I think everybody who knows me in person knows that I've been working two jobs lately. Full time as a secretary at the hospital, 10-15 hours a week at the large chain bookstore in our downtown. Until about four months ago, I was a supervisor at that bookstore, had been for almost two years, had worked at the store for three total, I think. I loved ( Read more... )

So, one of the things in my brain lately has been ( How men care about each other and how women care about each other )

Okay, this happened a few days ago, but since I'm still laughing over it, I feel like telling someone. And you all count as someone.

If it horrifies you that sex with girls occasionally involves a little bit of accidental blood (of the menstrual sort) then do not peek behind this cut.

( I mean it. I don't think it's gross, but if you do...then don't read on! )

I have taken several deep breaths ( Read more... )

I'm job searching again. I can't take this. It seems like a great deal, but all the amazing benefits in the world are frelling worth this. I'll stick it until my glasses are paid for (I'm not a moron!) but I'm going to start putting feelers out there and working a job that doesn't give me nightmares and more stress than I already have ( Read more... )

Because with anger, I have the motivation and energy to exert change on my circumstances. Depression cripples, steals my energy. Anger gives me something to work with ( Read more... )

So, the car saga is likely to have a less than completely sucky ending. Sell the White Pearl, as my stepbrother calls it, get what we can, lie to my father and claim we at least got the $500 (it won't happen), and take back the Taurus he gave me when I graduated college. It's three years older, but it's a better car, being slightly more than an ( Read more... )