♪♪♫ Holidayyy...♫♪
yep, i'm on vacation... not a long one, but days enuf to rest from work and not go insane at home. Plus this week i have two dentist appointments, and no, i'm not a masochist. I just have a very tough root canal.
This week went away fast. Monday and tuesday were hard closing. Wednesday was frantic, due to the BBQ we had to celebrate the Bicentennial, Thursday was my last day, so i had to leave instructions and things in charge of my co-workers... as if what I do was important, but well, i follow orders from Satan, so i must obey
(Satan is my Boss, not my master, I wanna make that clear).
So far, my Bicentennial celebrations have been quiet. I didn't go anywhere to celebrate, I didn't have a BBQ, 'cept for the one at work, I didn't put up the flag, cause i don't believe in that, and mostly i slept, rest and cleaned... and sort of house-sitting cause my sister and family are in Europe right now. London I think, i didn't memorized the schedule.
One of my good friend's in town. She's like my baby sister cause I saw her grow up, up until she moved to the US with her family. Her sister is my best friend in the whole wide world and I truly miss her. But having the little one here is awesome.
This week also I had to face a tune I didn't like so much, but i got out of it flawless.. i think.
As you might know, I work in a Hospital, and it's a big one, so we all have assigned services. Mine currently (due to Satan and her co-horts doing) are two, Maternity and Maternity Delivery rooms.
I like my services and I like the ppl I work with. I have a really good relationship with my secretary, and I really like to help and take care of their needs.
But last week I found out about something that in part scared me, though I had the feeling it would happen. I'm not a psychic, and I'm not prejudice, but sometimes my skin tells me things.
A few days ago I got a funkier (cause usually her calls are funky enuf) call from my secretary, asking me about my job with the Sick leaves, and if I could read the diagnosis in them. Yeah, I know that's against the law, but i'm curious, plus I have to keep track of the fake ones, and the ones who actually have a real disease, not just depression for 3 days.
So I said yes, and she told me she sent me the latest one from one of the Maternity delivery guys.
See, he's been sick for a while, and the diagnosis wasn't good, but i really didn't pay much attention.
This time I did.
We knew ..well, I knew he was gay. Cause, as Brian so gallantly put it, I have the gaydar, even tho i'm not gay. But one of my good friends is, and so it's my nephew.
So, this time, the diagnosis was clear. He has Aids.
My secretary told me, her boss went crazy. They also read it. Which is more against the law than what I do. And started accusing her of gossiping before the real gossip.
I told her to stay put, and that, if they acted that way, it was because they just wanted an escape goat, which is usually the way Bosses react.
No matter, she said it wasn't a big deal, but it really is.
Not because he'll be discriminated, which would be even more illegal than reading a diagnosis, but because he works in a place where the risk is too high. Let's face it, in raw terms, even a paper cut would be dangerous.
So, what are they gonna do? My best guess is, let the contract die by itself at the end of the month, and that'll be it.
*sigh*
I thought the subject was dead, until Tuesday when he showed up at my office. Apparently his boss called him to talk about the contract and he stopped by to talk to me first.
I must say, I was a little taken aback by the whole thing. But, I must be professional, so I answered his questions the best way that I could. He was really nice about it, but still, it made me face a fear I try to put in the back of my mind.
The fear I live with every day, the thought of someone I love going thru the same thing.
Aids is no game, and yes, we can all get it, I could have by getting tattoos, or a blood transfusion. This is not just for gays and junkies, this affects all of us.
True, there is more information now and there are more methods to diagnose and treat, but still, it scares the fuck outta me. I'm only glad my baby takes care of himself, gets checked periodically and he's careful in the partner bussiness, he told me so, and he is conscious of what this disease and his choice of life mean.
I guess i need to put my fears in the hands of God, for him to scare them away.
This week went away fast. Monday and tuesday were hard closing. Wednesday was frantic, due to the BBQ we had to celebrate the Bicentennial, Thursday was my last day, so i had to leave instructions and things in charge of my co-workers... as if what I do was important, but well, i follow orders from Satan, so i must obey
(Satan is my Boss, not my master, I wanna make that clear).
So far, my Bicentennial celebrations have been quiet. I didn't go anywhere to celebrate, I didn't have a BBQ, 'cept for the one at work, I didn't put up the flag, cause i don't believe in that, and mostly i slept, rest and cleaned... and sort of house-sitting cause my sister and family are in Europe right now. London I think, i didn't memorized the schedule.
One of my good friend's in town. She's like my baby sister cause I saw her grow up, up until she moved to the US with her family. Her sister is my best friend in the whole wide world and I truly miss her. But having the little one here is awesome.
This week also I had to face a tune I didn't like so much, but i got out of it flawless.. i think.
As you might know, I work in a Hospital, and it's a big one, so we all have assigned services. Mine currently (due to Satan and her co-horts doing) are two, Maternity and Maternity Delivery rooms.
I like my services and I like the ppl I work with. I have a really good relationship with my secretary, and I really like to help and take care of their needs.
But last week I found out about something that in part scared me, though I had the feeling it would happen. I'm not a psychic, and I'm not prejudice, but sometimes my skin tells me things.
A few days ago I got a funkier (cause usually her calls are funky enuf) call from my secretary, asking me about my job with the Sick leaves, and if I could read the diagnosis in them. Yeah, I know that's against the law, but i'm curious, plus I have to keep track of the fake ones, and the ones who actually have a real disease, not just depression for 3 days.
So I said yes, and she told me she sent me the latest one from one of the Maternity delivery guys.
See, he's been sick for a while, and the diagnosis wasn't good, but i really didn't pay much attention.
This time I did.
We knew ..well, I knew he was gay. Cause, as Brian so gallantly put it, I have the gaydar, even tho i'm not gay. But one of my good friends is, and so it's my nephew.
So, this time, the diagnosis was clear. He has Aids.
My secretary told me, her boss went crazy. They also read it. Which is more against the law than what I do. And started accusing her of gossiping before the real gossip.
I told her to stay put, and that, if they acted that way, it was because they just wanted an escape goat, which is usually the way Bosses react.
No matter, she said it wasn't a big deal, but it really is.
Not because he'll be discriminated, which would be even more illegal than reading a diagnosis, but because he works in a place where the risk is too high. Let's face it, in raw terms, even a paper cut would be dangerous.
So, what are they gonna do? My best guess is, let the contract die by itself at the end of the month, and that'll be it.
*sigh*
I thought the subject was dead, until Tuesday when he showed up at my office. Apparently his boss called him to talk about the contract and he stopped by to talk to me first.
I must say, I was a little taken aback by the whole thing. But, I must be professional, so I answered his questions the best way that I could. He was really nice about it, but still, it made me face a fear I try to put in the back of my mind.
The fear I live with every day, the thought of someone I love going thru the same thing.
Aids is no game, and yes, we can all get it, I could have by getting tattoos, or a blood transfusion. This is not just for gays and junkies, this affects all of us.
True, there is more information now and there are more methods to diagnose and treat, but still, it scares the fuck outta me. I'm only glad my baby takes care of himself, gets checked periodically and he's careful in the partner bussiness, he told me so, and he is conscious of what this disease and his choice of life mean.
I guess i need to put my fears in the hands of God, for him to scare them away.