Hippos dancing...
So I've feeling rather upbeat now. Not just cos it's the Chinese New Year of the Rat, but because that problem nurse I was dealing with is no longer on the schedule for that patient, so I will not have to be stressed over being fired due to some bold faced lie she made up and reported. So now I just have to worry about the patients dying as one is 96, and the other 98.
I am feeling upbeat enough to go ahead and apply for MA jobs. :O I know, right? I feel that if the right job, the right scenario with the right people, I can actually succeed and earn a decent living and get the fuck on with my life and provide for myself, rather than barely scraping by as I've been doing. I am encouraging my son to get himself a vehicle with some of his student loan money. The school I attended, the money went straight to them, it never touched me bank account, I never saw a penny. THEY. GOT. PAID. Now I have to pay the gubment for borrowing that $$ to pay that a-hole school. It's up to ME to get my own fucking job.
I have a whole life for myself planned out in my head. :D The Grammys has some rather large ladies wearing skin tight and revealing outfits. I am not a fat hater, but damn. My ex-husband has said years ago that he: "Preferred his hippos behind the fence at the zoo".
I am feeling upbeat enough to go ahead and apply for MA jobs. :O I know, right? I feel that if the right job, the right scenario with the right people, I can actually succeed and earn a decent living and get the fuck on with my life and provide for myself, rather than barely scraping by as I've been doing. I am encouraging my son to get himself a vehicle with some of his student loan money. The school I attended, the money went straight to them, it never touched me bank account, I never saw a penny. THEY. GOT. PAID. Now I have to pay the gubment for borrowing that $$ to pay that a-hole school. It's up to ME to get my own fucking job.
I have a whole life for myself planned out in my head. :D The Grammys has some rather large ladies wearing skin tight and revealing outfits. I am not a fat hater, but damn. My ex-husband has said years ago that he: "Preferred his hippos behind the fence at the zoo".