Good morning everyone. It is my Friday, but I may be staying late at work today.
I would have stayed late yesterday, but we had to take MiL out to dinner for her birthday. She turned 80 yesterday.
Lots o’people need maiming here too, rigs. Should I give you a list?
I have not been on my computer at home in two days. Too busy!
Well, I should get to it. The Project from Hell is killing me. I need to get that done, plus a shitload of other stuff today. Sadly, I believe I’ll be taking my laptop home tonight. This will not go over well with Mr. Taters.
I guess that’s all for now. Hugs, smooches, and gropes all around.
Urgh! :bangs head against wall: Mr. Lissar is sick. You know why? Because we’re supposed to go away this weekend! And he always gets sick before going away!
I am not staying home to take care of him. I am going for a glorious no-kids twenty-four hours.
Another Snowpocalypse loometh. I am not pleased because it’s looking like a repeat of the last one–I’m working Friday night and have Saturday off. At least I got some props in the morning meeting for brushing the snow off employee cars last time.
I don’t wanna have to stay at work tomorrow night. There’s a cute boy that needs kissin’ and that’s all I’m going to say about that.
Y’know, Mr Lissar’s immune system seems awfully weak for someone who’s so tough and manly-man in every other way. Hope he’s feeling better by the weekend.
In other news, I’m on my way to sample some chocolates for my article… one of the truffle shops is close enough to the office that I should be able to dash there and back during my lunch break, assuming I don’t linger over their displays and drool for too long. As you can see, the life of a food writer is tough and full of character-molding ordeals.
I’m doing better than I have been for the last couple of days, at least at the moment. I just haven’t felt like doing anything or moving. Depression is not fun, even when it’s not that bad. I still need to get better about getting up early, but that’s not related. I just like my bed. =^_^=
I got suckered into attending an art show tonight. Or rather, I was giving directions to the gallery and the person assumed I was going and now I would feel bad if I didn’t. I hope I remember.
I also really have to take my car to the dealership today, so I’m doing that after class. Blargh.
I left early as I had a migraine brewing and needed some pain meds (early being 6pm plus the hour commute…) then when I boot up so I can talk to my parents on skype I get all these angry instant messages popping up from various people. These people need maiming :mad:
Oh dear. They opened an Anthropologie store near the office. I tripped over it en route to chocolate shop.
I will have to my best to forget I even saw it, because otherwise I’m going to end up spending my entire paycheque on cute bohemian outfits (which, when you consider what their regular-priced stuff costs, would be much too easy to do). ACK.
Actually, I just need to avoid that entire street altogether, because between the clothes and the chocolates, I’ll just end up poor, fat and well-dressed.
This sounds like Manager. Her cube is next to mine, and whenever we’re here late, I here her talking to Mr. Manager, and he’s not happy that she’s stuck here late. Doesn’t help that the last 3 times they’ve gone on vacation, she’s been here really late on the night before they’re due to leave, including one night until midnight when they had an early flight the next morning and she still had to pack. :eek: (At least I wasn’t here until midnight on that one!)
{{mmmmmmms}} Glad you’re going to be able to leave (and tell them all where to go :D) soon!
We spent the morning reviewing our Myers-Briggs assessments. I think I answered one set of questions wrong because it labeled me as “Perceiving” which translates to “flexible, doesn’t mind last minute changes, tends to procrastinate, doesn’t like routines” intead of “Judging” which means “organized, overly attached to routines, likes planning and schedules, thinks it’s important to finish work before play.” I’m sooooooooooo totally “judging” that it’s not funny. But the questions were more like “do you like to have your whole vacation planned out or do you play it by ear?” Well, when I’m on vacation, I like to get up in the morning and decide what to do, not have every day set in stone. But when I’m at home, I am completely attached to my routine, I always start work/projects way early, and I don’t feel good about doing fun stuff if there’s still work to be done. I think their questions were skewed. As were the introvert ones, many of which started with “when you’re at a party…” which doesn’t help if you don’t like parties. But anyway, it was a decent morning, and we had some good conversations between groups.
Ugh… Why do you keep threatening us with chitlins?
There are a couple of people in this company that should be grateful that I’m working from home today and don’t know where they are, as I’d be giving them a well-deserved strangling.
**tarra **- regarding the hearts, I just opened a Word doc, found the symbol for the heart, and copied it. Then made it bigger and redder. Coulda done the same thing with the Character Map if my brain had been working last night.
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Too much time on my hands…
Dunno what I’m going to make for supper tonight. Maybe I’ll take the easy way out and thaw some sketty sauce. I think I have some tortellini in the freezer. That might work. Unless the Supper Fairy shows up. Lazy bitch.
My eligible-to-retire-attitude was getting bad today. Fortunately, it’s not as strong as gotta-pay-for-a-new-roof attitude, so I’m good for a little while longer. And it appears we’re just north of the worst of the snow, so maybe a coupla inches on Sat. I can deal with that.
Yes. I plan on culling tomorrow. I’m taking any and all lists.
Where to start? Perhaps with the lab tech who called me today to tell me to redraw a pt because I was short .35cc of blood in one tube and she couldn’t guarantee the accuracy of the results (a coagulation result on a man with no history or anti-coag meds). Or perhaps with the MD who threw a hissy fit because he couldn’t have the procedure room he wanted and so canceled the procedure AND did not reschedule with the pt, in fact refused to reschedule the pt AND did not refer him to another doc. Or perhaps with the lab (again) who called re the spinal tap pt whose blood specimen they could not find, yet wanted ME to call the doc, the pt and have her (elderly, infirm) to come back today for a redraw (in subzero weather). They later called back to say they had found the blood. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
Or perhaps the Recovery Room nurse–never mind. Oy.
Or perhaps I’'ll start with TH who, yesterday when I told him that I was having trouble sleeping with his snoring (it’s been getting worse), told me that “sometimes when you tell me to turn over because I’m snoring, I’m really awake and just breathing loudly, so it’s not my snoring.” If you can parse that for me and get back to me on just WTF it means, please do so.
Or perhaps on the USPS which STILL has not delivered a registered letter to me sent by my dad on 1/21, which is very important.
Or perhaps the stupid catalog company from which I ordered a shirt and they were happy to take my order and my money, yet I have no shirt and now they say it’s “out of stock” with no plans to get it back in stock.
This is my last 2 days. There’s more, but I don’t want to strain credibility…
Oh, and the final straw? The one last shred of monocotyledon plant matter that sent me zooming for my drug of choice? (chocolate)
Our Assistant Nurse Manager asked us, the staff, to each kick in $10 to “spruce the unit up a little.” (there are 9 of us, btw…that makes $90, if I have my math correct, but like Barbi said, “Math is hard!”).
Excuse me?!? It sounds like you just asked me to donate money, not to Haiti, not to a pt who cannot afford the hospital van ride home (way less than $10, btw), not to some homeless man in the front lobby…No. You asked US, the staff nurses, who have not received merit raises in the past 4 years (or ANY raises) to donate money to fund capital improvements/repairs to our unit, which would be a tax write off for the multi-mega million dollar corporation who owns not only our hospital, but 6 other hospitals.
I hate the world today.
Yes, I am feeling some better, thanks, GT. I figure it must be a cold coming on, that’s what most of the symptoms are pointing to, at least. Lots of lemon-honey tea is making me feel much better, thankfully.
Hah, thanks for the info about the heart, FCM; I explore for stuff some times, but confess that usually I just figure out how to do what I need to do, and that’s the end of that. Hehehe, I’m bad, I know it.
Okay, I’ll also confess that I play petville (along with farmville) on Facebook. Those wacky pets! While I’m not there, my pet seems to invite friends over who trash his house! Then -I- have to clean it up!! But the strangest thing happened the other day. I logged on and lo and behold, there he is, buck naked! :eek: Mind you, he had clothing on (LOL yes, I know … but the outfits are so cute!) when I had last seen him. But all he had on was his little hat, his shoes, and a smile! I don’t know what Zynga is trying to do here, but that weirded me out. Their little homes do include both bedrooms and bathrooms, btw.
Well, I gotta go back to work tomorrow, so I’m going to try to get to bed early tonight, plus dose myself with some cold meds. TG tomorrow is FIRDAY, right?!
Hope he’s feeling better by the weekend.
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