*sigh*
I wasn't a nice person today at work.
Of course, walking on shift when your patient has blood pressure going through the ceiling doesn't help. The rest of the day wasn't much better.
I did have help from the rest of the staff. We're a good team. But my reactions were snippy enough that a couple people were like, "Mary, are you OK? You're not like this normally."
It wasn't just the patients, although a few of them had bigger problems than usual. I'm stressed to the gills about my credit card debt. I'm meeting with a counselor this week to see if I qualify for a debt management program. But Dad says not to sign anything yet, because one of my aunts apparently went through that program and they basically take the money you would pay to the credit card company, hold it "hostage" in an account and tell the credit companies, "Do what we say to lower her interest or take the interest away, and then we'll give you the money." Meanwhile, you're technically late with the payments, so your credit rating goes lower.
Now, this is all second hand from my Dad, so I'll have to ask questions. Think good thoughts for me.
I did this to myself, I have to get out of it. Work has not had a lot of overtime. My paychecks have been small and I've been living paycheck to paycheck. It really sucks. I'm also going to go talk to a couple of home health companies for some part time work.
My father mentioned the "B" word as in starts with a "B-A-N-K" and ends with a "R-U-P-T-C-Y" but I'll be goddammned, screwed, blued, tattooed and AIG's finance guy before I go there. I refuse to give up without a fight now.
This is just where I'm feeling right now.
Of course, walking on shift when your patient has blood pressure going through the ceiling doesn't help. The rest of the day wasn't much better.
I did have help from the rest of the staff. We're a good team. But my reactions were snippy enough that a couple people were like, "Mary, are you OK? You're not like this normally."
It wasn't just the patients, although a few of them had bigger problems than usual. I'm stressed to the gills about my credit card debt. I'm meeting with a counselor this week to see if I qualify for a debt management program. But Dad says not to sign anything yet, because one of my aunts apparently went through that program and they basically take the money you would pay to the credit card company, hold it "hostage" in an account and tell the credit companies, "Do what we say to lower her interest or take the interest away, and then we'll give you the money." Meanwhile, you're technically late with the payments, so your credit rating goes lower.
Now, this is all second hand from my Dad, so I'll have to ask questions. Think good thoughts for me.
I did this to myself, I have to get out of it. Work has not had a lot of overtime. My paychecks have been small and I've been living paycheck to paycheck. It really sucks. I'm also going to go talk to a couple of home health companies for some part time work.
My father mentioned the "B" word as in starts with a "B-A-N-K" and ends with a "R-U-P-T-C-Y" but I'll be goddammned, screwed, blued, tattooed and AIG's finance guy before I go there. I refuse to give up without a fight now.
This is just where I'm feeling right now.