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Agh...
Eyes are burning...I didn't rinse my contacts off enough and it buuuuurrrnnns. Oh well.
These last few weeks have been very very interesting.
For starters there was a certain conversation at a certain Sprint store that made my life do a complete three-sixty. At that point in time I had promised myself I would not take anything more from Chas, I'd just walk away and life would get better. Well, until he threw that curve ball. Since that point in time we have been working on being friends, building up trust and learning to love each other again. I know, I know, people everywhere ask me what in the world I am doing but...I'm more than happy with him right now. Everyday he tries to make me feel special and shows me that he loves me. Am I afraid this will all end? Oh yes. Do I pray hard and heavy it won't? Oh yes.
In other news I quit the kennel, um, with a four day notice. Unlike what I expected there was not screaming, yelling, or even gnashing of teeth. All there was was an angry, "you promised a two week notice". As we all know that wasn't something I could grant due to matters outside of my control.
New hire orientation was definately interesting. Or not. I sat on my ass for 8 hours five days straight and was lectured to, not exactly enjoyable. Plus all the creepy guys hitting on me, also not enjoyable. However, I met some cool people, like Tova. Tova is my Crazy Israeli EMS Mother. Wonderful woman: sweet, kind, strong, and knowledgeable.
During this time I was residing in the dorm of one Charlene Beurman (for the life of me I can't spell your last name, Char Char). Its really great getting to see you and I definately appreciate your kindness in extending your dorm for my use. I do feel really bad that I haven't spent as much time as I'd like hanging out with you...but I intend to change that next time. ^_~
I've currently worked 39 hours on the road at Rural Metro. I love it. The job is *not* easy and there are definate downfalls (like yesterday's 12 hour shift turning into a 15, or smelling like urine, or getting hit and spit on by a drunk man). But for some reason its all worth it. My last call yesterday was for an old woman with failure to thrive (meaning she wasn't living up to her fullest potential). It was a sad case, she lived in a messy house that smelled of urine. Her bathroom was full of feces and urine and her bath tub was full of soiled, wet clothing. She managed to get around her apartment by crawling on the floor, which also meant she slept on the floor on dirty newspapers. Although she was diabetic she sustained life by drinking apple juice and never eating. And this doesn't even describe her physical appearance. The problem was she is too proud to enter into an assisted living service. She was a wonderful old woman, sweet as could be and it was just sad. So, at the hospital, the paramedic hands me the paper work and a whole heap of responsibility: "This isn't a medical issue," he said, "this is a social services issue. I want you to write up a Patient Care Report that will get her into assisted living." Two pages later I surprised and greatly pleased many people with my report. I just hope it works.
All in all, I really like having the ability to part traffic like Moses and the Red Sea. ^_~
Eyes are burning...I didn't rinse my contacts off enough and it buuuuurrrnnns. Oh well.
These last few weeks have been very very interesting.
For starters there was a certain conversation at a certain Sprint store that made my life do a complete three-sixty. At that point in time I had promised myself I would not take anything more from Chas, I'd just walk away and life would get better. Well, until he threw that curve ball. Since that point in time we have been working on being friends, building up trust and learning to love each other again. I know, I know, people everywhere ask me what in the world I am doing but...I'm more than happy with him right now. Everyday he tries to make me feel special and shows me that he loves me. Am I afraid this will all end? Oh yes. Do I pray hard and heavy it won't? Oh yes.
In other news I quit the kennel, um, with a four day notice. Unlike what I expected there was not screaming, yelling, or even gnashing of teeth. All there was was an angry, "you promised a two week notice". As we all know that wasn't something I could grant due to matters outside of my control.
New hire orientation was definately interesting. Or not. I sat on my ass for 8 hours five days straight and was lectured to, not exactly enjoyable. Plus all the creepy guys hitting on me, also not enjoyable. However, I met some cool people, like Tova. Tova is my Crazy Israeli EMS Mother. Wonderful woman: sweet, kind, strong, and knowledgeable.
During this time I was residing in the dorm of one Charlene Beurman (for the life of me I can't spell your last name, Char Char). Its really great getting to see you and I definately appreciate your kindness in extending your dorm for my use. I do feel really bad that I haven't spent as much time as I'd like hanging out with you...but I intend to change that next time. ^_~
I've currently worked 39 hours on the road at Rural Metro. I love it. The job is *not* easy and there are definate downfalls (like yesterday's 12 hour shift turning into a 15, or smelling like urine, or getting hit and spit on by a drunk man). But for some reason its all worth it. My last call yesterday was for an old woman with failure to thrive (meaning she wasn't living up to her fullest potential). It was a sad case, she lived in a messy house that smelled of urine. Her bathroom was full of feces and urine and her bath tub was full of soiled, wet clothing. She managed to get around her apartment by crawling on the floor, which also meant she slept on the floor on dirty newspapers. Although she was diabetic she sustained life by drinking apple juice and never eating. And this doesn't even describe her physical appearance. The problem was she is too proud to enter into an assisted living service. She was a wonderful old woman, sweet as could be and it was just sad. So, at the hospital, the paramedic hands me the paper work and a whole heap of responsibility: "This isn't a medical issue," he said, "this is a social services issue. I want you to write up a Patient Care Report that will get her into assisted living." Two pages later I surprised and greatly pleased many people with my report. I just hope it works.
All in all, I really like having the ability to part traffic like Moses and the Red Sea. ^_~