Hard Boiled Eggs
Last night at work, one of the residents wanted to make hard boiled eggs.
First I had to turn the cooker on for her because I guess the rule is that the breakers for the cooker are kept off until a resident actually needs to use it. Then she asked "what do I put the burner on, 5?" Huh? I wondered. Oh, yeah. I told her I had no idea; you couldn't pay me to cook with electric. I haven't used an electric stove/oven in over 20 years; in fact, that was one of the requirements when we were looking for houses. Had to have a gas cooker. Anyway...we got that taken care of. Then she said "how long do I let these boil?" Well, I said, "first you need to boil the water, then put in the eggs." I looked; the eggs were already in there. Then I stood there, trying to remember how long you boil eggs for. I only make them once a year, so I never remember. Then I had one of those thoughts that come so suddenly & unbidden (ly?) "I can call my mom & ask her." Only, I can't. For some reason, that one hit me really hard. I can't call her to ask how long to boil fucking eggs ever again. So I got sad & went to the potty until I calmed down. It took a few minutes. I was pretty upset.
Fortunately, another resident boils them all the time, & we asked him what to do.
There's another resident, B, who is being discharged today. He's usually in command of the tv (& has gotten me hooked on Discovery channel; we really need cable.) But last night, T the girl resident (of the hard boiled eggs, above) gave one of the T guy residents a movie & got him to sign up for 8-10 pm. The movie was Coyote Ugly, which nearly made me barf. I've never been one much for chick flicks (the biggest exception being When Harry Met Sally...) & this one was particularly chicky. When one lady got pulled off the bar by a bunch of drunken sailors, & everyone was about to brawl, all it took to calm them down was the main character to sing One Way or Another. Gag me. After that was the worst of all, the woman who I would sue happily if I could only prove that watching her, even for 10 minutes, raised my mom's BP enough to make her have a stroke. The terrible, the judgemental, Nancy Grace. The woman had a live feed into her nursery, where her proud parents sat looking at Nancy's twins lying in their bassinets. The babies were cute. Nancy started off by saying anyone who hurts a child in any way should rot in hell (which I personally agree with.) Then she began to pontificate on Twitney Spears; specifically on how Dr. Feel managed to visit her in the hospital. "It was ratings motivated" shouted the woman who is showing us live pix of her brand new babies. Um, irony much, bitchface? She was just a very grating, annoying person & if this is gonna keep up, I'm gonna have to start bringing my mp3 player with me or something.
Oh, & my grand scheme of trying to hold on there 6 months was made more difficult last night when I found out they pay $20/hour for an LPN at the county home. I need to go there & apply asap. I need a place that's closer to home & pays more because Jim thinks the pontiac has a blown head gasket & may not make it thru the summer. Its ok; I desparately want a new car anyway. The pontiac is a hooptie.
First I had to turn the cooker on for her because I guess the rule is that the breakers for the cooker are kept off until a resident actually needs to use it. Then she asked "what do I put the burner on, 5?" Huh? I wondered. Oh, yeah. I told her I had no idea; you couldn't pay me to cook with electric. I haven't used an electric stove/oven in over 20 years; in fact, that was one of the requirements when we were looking for houses. Had to have a gas cooker. Anyway...we got that taken care of. Then she said "how long do I let these boil?" Well, I said, "first you need to boil the water, then put in the eggs." I looked; the eggs were already in there. Then I stood there, trying to remember how long you boil eggs for. I only make them once a year, so I never remember. Then I had one of those thoughts that come so suddenly & unbidden (ly?) "I can call my mom & ask her." Only, I can't. For some reason, that one hit me really hard. I can't call her to ask how long to boil fucking eggs ever again. So I got sad & went to the potty until I calmed down. It took a few minutes. I was pretty upset.
Fortunately, another resident boils them all the time, & we asked him what to do.
There's another resident, B, who is being discharged today. He's usually in command of the tv (& has gotten me hooked on Discovery channel; we really need cable.) But last night, T the girl resident (of the hard boiled eggs, above) gave one of the T guy residents a movie & got him to sign up for 8-10 pm. The movie was Coyote Ugly, which nearly made me barf. I've never been one much for chick flicks (the biggest exception being When Harry Met Sally...) & this one was particularly chicky. When one lady got pulled off the bar by a bunch of drunken sailors, & everyone was about to brawl, all it took to calm them down was the main character to sing One Way or Another. Gag me. After that was the worst of all, the woman who I would sue happily if I could only prove that watching her, even for 10 minutes, raised my mom's BP enough to make her have a stroke. The terrible, the judgemental, Nancy Grace. The woman had a live feed into her nursery, where her proud parents sat looking at Nancy's twins lying in their bassinets. The babies were cute. Nancy started off by saying anyone who hurts a child in any way should rot in hell (which I personally agree with.) Then she began to pontificate on Twitney Spears; specifically on how Dr. Feel managed to visit her in the hospital. "It was ratings motivated" shouted the woman who is showing us live pix of her brand new babies. Um, irony much, bitchface? She was just a very grating, annoying person & if this is gonna keep up, I'm gonna have to start bringing my mp3 player with me or something.
Oh, & my grand scheme of trying to hold on there 6 months was made more difficult last night when I found out they pay $20/hour for an LPN at the county home. I need to go there & apply asap. I need a place that's closer to home & pays more because Jim thinks the pontiac has a blown head gasket & may not make it thru the summer. Its ok; I desparately want a new car anyway. The pontiac is a hooptie.