Catch Up and some Bullshit
So work sucks. There's a political shitstorm going on at teh hopsical and our director of nursing (who hired me/thinks I am awesome) has resigned under some kinda bullshit circumstances. Meanwhile we continue to be understaffed and my schedule this month is so shitty I'm not sure I'll be able to function.
I'm working days (5:30 am to 2:00 pm) tues-thurs, and then nights (9:30 pm to 5:30 am) fri-sat. Fucking awesome. I really really don't think I'll be able to handle it.
Oh also, no Seattle Pride. Did I mention I was going to Seattle Pride? If I did forget it 'cause I'm not. Nobody gets any of their requested time off anymore because we're too short staffed. So lornelover , that beach trip we were planning? The one I needed to keep me sane because my work schedule has been driving me crazy? It's probably not gonna happen either. Unless they hire like 5 people this month. At least I'm working a night shift next saturday so I will be able to go to my brother's high school graduation.
But the upshot of my boss resigning is that I am no longer beholden to her. This last month the only thing keeping me there was my loyalty to her. With her gone, I don't care anymore. I mean, obviously I still care about my residents, and will continue to do the best job possible, but there's nothing tying me to this place anymore. So as soon as I've got enough cash saved up (deposited a paycheck yesterday! should transfer that to saving now!) I will buy out my contract at work and find a place in Portland again. My mother (who is obsessive) has already found out that they are hiring CNAs at a place across the street from my old apartment in Portland. Which sucks, because that was an awesome apartment. Ah well.
But on a lighter note I thought I'd share an amusing text conversation that viciouswishes and I had last month when I was getting my certification and hanging out with my coworkers (first and last time I do that). We had some downtime between the written test and the practical, so we decided to go to Castles because one of the girls had just turned 18 and had never been there (it's kind of the only sex store in a hundred mile radius, except there is a new independent boutique-y one in W^2) and one of the other girls wanted to pick up flavored lube.
I am correcting spelling/punctuation as I go along because I can't help myself.
Me: Taking state boards today. Written was frikken easy, clinicals this pm
VW: Kick ass and take names!
Me: We're in between tests so we're going to Castles.
VW: I suppose there might be some early rising pervs. But I don't know any.
Me: Not many. All my coworkers are prudes though.
Me: Handcuffs! There are some crazy freaks out there!
VW: Lols. Oh prude vanilla people
Me: I know, it's like they've never been on the internet.
VW: To be fair, not everyone's internet experience involves reading fanwank about Snape wives & the guy cheating on his horse wife
Me: Course maybe not everyone spends time trolling for amusing tentacle porn
VW: I've heard some people don't know about going to Candy Mountain or even piano-playing cats
Me: So what do they do with their time? Chat on AOL and play yahoo games?
VW: No, play Farmville & wonder how the world's ad networks get their personal data.
Me: lolz
Me: So is a horse wife a horse, or is that a pony play thing?
VW: Oh, there was this dude who posted in a polyamorous comm that he was having problems with his wife being jealous of his gf
VW: Turns out his wife was a horse and his gf was another horse
Me: Awesome. I bet a third lady horse, or a gelding if he swings that way would mellow things out.
VW: I hope someone found his addy and turned him in for animal abuse
Me: Assuming it's illegal where he lives
VW: I really think it's still legal in some places because people don't think it happens. It did take that guy dying for WA to pass its law
Me: Exactly
Me: Passed! Super easy!
VW: Awesome. Good job.
But man, my coworkers were being kind of offensive. I mean, seriously those little feather duster whips are neither freaky or hardcore. People who buy handcuffs are not social deviants. And seriously you don't need to giggle and squeal and generally lose your shit over the fact that they have floor models of the vibes. I mean, don't buy one, but it's just rubber and plastic and silicone. They're just toys. Like Barbie. But more fun. So yeah, this here trip is the reason why I'm not out at work.
Also, third thing, I am on the waiting list for a puppy. Not sure now, with this sudden change of plans (really sudden, my boss just resigned yesterday, and it's not a huge deal but if the board is siding against her then they are kind of siding in favor of all the scumbags she fired (seriously, people coming into work hung over, drunk or stoned, people who stole drugs from the hospital and sold them, I mean it doesn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out that people with substance abuse issues shouldn't work at the hospital)) sorry, long aside. Anyway, I'm not sure how abrupt my relocation is going to be but at this point I see no reason to put the puppy plan on hold. But he will be a little black poodle and I will name him Bertram.
Yesterday many of you received a text asking whether I should buy Persepolis or Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. The consensus was with Persepolis but I decided to get it from the library (it was kind of expensive, well not really but it cost more than I wanted to pay to read it). Instead I got an anthology of Sherlock Holmes fanfic. What with the debate recently about whether fanfic "counts" as "real literature" I thought it was amusing. These are Sherlock Holmes stories by people who aren't Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, and amusingly Naomi Novik (author of the Temeraire series) among many others. So the answer is that fanfic is only real literature if you can get your story in an anthology with Stephen King's fanfic. Also Naomi Novik's story was totally angsty slash. I have since drawn a sketch of Holmes staring longingly into the distance. I will post it as soon as I remember to scan the thing.
I'm working days (5:30 am to 2:00 pm) tues-thurs, and then nights (9:30 pm to 5:30 am) fri-sat. Fucking awesome. I really really don't think I'll be able to handle it.
Oh also, no Seattle Pride. Did I mention I was going to Seattle Pride? If I did forget it 'cause I'm not. Nobody gets any of their requested time off anymore because we're too short staffed. So lornelover , that beach trip we were planning? The one I needed to keep me sane because my work schedule has been driving me crazy? It's probably not gonna happen either. Unless they hire like 5 people this month. At least I'm working a night shift next saturday so I will be able to go to my brother's high school graduation.
But the upshot of my boss resigning is that I am no longer beholden to her. This last month the only thing keeping me there was my loyalty to her. With her gone, I don't care anymore. I mean, obviously I still care about my residents, and will continue to do the best job possible, but there's nothing tying me to this place anymore. So as soon as I've got enough cash saved up (deposited a paycheck yesterday! should transfer that to saving now!) I will buy out my contract at work and find a place in Portland again. My mother (who is obsessive) has already found out that they are hiring CNAs at a place across the street from my old apartment in Portland. Which sucks, because that was an awesome apartment. Ah well.
But on a lighter note I thought I'd share an amusing text conversation that viciouswishes and I had last month when I was getting my certification and hanging out with my coworkers (first and last time I do that). We had some downtime between the written test and the practical, so we decided to go to Castles because one of the girls had just turned 18 and had never been there (it's kind of the only sex store in a hundred mile radius, except there is a new independent boutique-y one in W^2) and one of the other girls wanted to pick up flavored lube.
I am correcting spelling/punctuation as I go along because I can't help myself.
Me: Taking state boards today. Written was frikken easy, clinicals this pm
VW: Kick ass and take names!
Me: We're in between tests so we're going to Castles.
VW: I suppose there might be some early rising pervs. But I don't know any.
Me: Not many. All my coworkers are prudes though.
Me: Handcuffs! There are some crazy freaks out there!
VW: Lols. Oh prude vanilla people
Me: I know, it's like they've never been on the internet.
VW: To be fair, not everyone's internet experience involves reading fanwank about Snape wives & the guy cheating on his horse wife
Me: Course maybe not everyone spends time trolling for amusing tentacle porn
VW: I've heard some people don't know about going to Candy Mountain or even piano-playing cats
Me: So what do they do with their time? Chat on AOL and play yahoo games?
VW: No, play Farmville & wonder how the world's ad networks get their personal data.
Me: lolz
Me: So is a horse wife a horse, or is that a pony play thing?
VW: Oh, there was this dude who posted in a polyamorous comm that he was having problems with his wife being jealous of his gf
VW: Turns out his wife was a horse and his gf was another horse
Me: Awesome. I bet a third lady horse, or a gelding if he swings that way would mellow things out.
VW: I hope someone found his addy and turned him in for animal abuse
Me: Assuming it's illegal where he lives
VW: I really think it's still legal in some places because people don't think it happens. It did take that guy dying for WA to pass its law
Me: Exactly
Me: Passed! Super easy!
VW: Awesome. Good job.
But man, my coworkers were being kind of offensive. I mean, seriously those little feather duster whips are neither freaky or hardcore. People who buy handcuffs are not social deviants. And seriously you don't need to giggle and squeal and generally lose your shit over the fact that they have floor models of the vibes. I mean, don't buy one, but it's just rubber and plastic and silicone. They're just toys. Like Barbie. But more fun. So yeah, this here trip is the reason why I'm not out at work.
Also, third thing, I am on the waiting list for a puppy. Not sure now, with this sudden change of plans (really sudden, my boss just resigned yesterday, and it's not a huge deal but if the board is siding against her then they are kind of siding in favor of all the scumbags she fired (seriously, people coming into work hung over, drunk or stoned, people who stole drugs from the hospital and sold them, I mean it doesn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out that people with substance abuse issues shouldn't work at the hospital)) sorry, long aside. Anyway, I'm not sure how abrupt my relocation is going to be but at this point I see no reason to put the puppy plan on hold. But he will be a little black poodle and I will name him Bertram.
Yesterday many of you received a text asking whether I should buy Persepolis or Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. The consensus was with Persepolis but I decided to get it from the library (it was kind of expensive, well not really but it cost more than I wanted to pay to read it). Instead I got an anthology of Sherlock Holmes fanfic. What with the debate recently about whether fanfic "counts" as "real literature" I thought it was amusing. These are Sherlock Holmes stories by people who aren't Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, and amusingly Naomi Novik (author of the Temeraire series) among many others. So the answer is that fanfic is only real literature if you can get your story in an anthology with Stephen King's fanfic. Also Naomi Novik's story was totally angsty slash. I have since drawn a sketch of Holmes staring longingly into the distance. I will post it as soon as I remember to scan the thing.