I figured it out
I am somehow still expecting a free county clinic system to work like private insurance clinics do. I'm expecting a level of competence (and the low end of that scale, really) at a place where only the incompetents work because no one else will hire them. There are, of course, a few exceptions where there are a very few people who work in the county system because they recognize the need and find happiness in helping others. The rest are just marking time and doing as poor a job as they can possibly get away with.
I somehow have to figure out how to fully lower my standards. I don't know if that will even be POSSIBLE, since I GREW UP in a medical office and I know how one should be run. To see anything less irritates me to no end. When I finally get my optometric degree, I am so totally running a super-tight ship. Incompetence will not be tolerated. I should make a sign "Incompetence FREE zone."
Until then, I will be bringing emergency rations of ativan with me to take when things get really bad, and also my new worry stone. You know, those pebble stones that are just the right shape to rub? I found one a while ago (and just re-found tonight, thanks be to God) that's called the David Stone. The quote etched in it says, "No problem is too big for God to handle." I have decided to make sure I have that in my pocket wherever I go so I can remember to pray for calm and that God will fix the issues. I also need to write down my revised serenity prayer: "Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to not freak out when things don't go my way (or: get really frustrating)."
I now have to go back to sleep (after the fight with Mom, I just slept... it was easier than perseverating). I have to start my trek toward downtown to my first group session at the hospital at 6am. The group doesn't start until 8. Yeah. Woo! Traffic! And a potentially dead car fan, so no blowing air! Joy!!
Is there a patron saint of auto repair I can pray to?
ETA: The patron saint of cars is St. Frances of Rome. St. Otto is the patron saint of parking. I will need both on my side tomorrow. All of you who read this sometime before noon central time, please send a prayer their way (if you believe in those saints) or just good car-fixy thoughts the poor car's way. Thanks!
ETA2: I just realized that part of why Mom's car keeps breaking is that she never named it. We need to come up with a name for her car. That might help. At least then we can complain, "FUCKING ________ is broken again!! I really hate her!!" Anthropomorphism is fun (well, at least it gives you someone to be angry at).
I somehow have to figure out how to fully lower my standards. I don't know if that will even be POSSIBLE, since I GREW UP in a medical office and I know how one should be run. To see anything less irritates me to no end. When I finally get my optometric degree, I am so totally running a super-tight ship. Incompetence will not be tolerated. I should make a sign "Incompetence FREE zone."
Until then, I will be bringing emergency rations of ativan with me to take when things get really bad, and also my new worry stone. You know, those pebble stones that are just the right shape to rub? I found one a while ago (and just re-found tonight, thanks be to God) that's called the David Stone. The quote etched in it says, "No problem is too big for God to handle." I have decided to make sure I have that in my pocket wherever I go so I can remember to pray for calm and that God will fix the issues. I also need to write down my revised serenity prayer: "Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to not freak out when things don't go my way (or: get really frustrating)."
I now have to go back to sleep (after the fight with Mom, I just slept... it was easier than perseverating). I have to start my trek toward downtown to my first group session at the hospital at 6am. The group doesn't start until 8. Yeah. Woo! Traffic! And a potentially dead car fan, so no blowing air! Joy!!
Is there a patron saint of auto repair I can pray to?
ETA: The patron saint of cars is St. Frances of Rome. St. Otto is the patron saint of parking. I will need both on my side tomorrow. All of you who read this sometime before noon central time, please send a prayer their way (if you believe in those saints) or just good car-fixy thoughts the poor car's way. Thanks!
ETA2: I just realized that part of why Mom's car keeps breaking is that she never named it. We need to come up with a name for her car. That might help. At least then we can complain, "FUCKING ________ is broken again!! I really hate her!!" Anthropomorphism is fun (well, at least it gives you someone to be angry at).