I’m Still Here!

Wow…how long has it been, my friends??  Seems like forever since I blogged, but if you recall, I started my new job.  You know the one….I mentioned it HERE …. and I talked about leaving my old job HERE. 

So, when I interviewed for the new job, I had an IDEA of what I would be doing.  You know the drill for a Restorative Nurse….track the incontinence (this means keep tabs on the peeing people), track the incidents (this means making sure NO-ONE and I mean NO. ONE.  falls on the floor!), and also writing programs for those residents that have graduated from physical therapy.

Sounds easy enough, yes?? 

Ummm…

…NO.

I am busy as hell!  I get in there and I work from the moment my feet step over the thresh-hold of the 300 Unit until my over-worked feet step over that very same thresh-hold when my brain can no long comprehend even where my office is.

Seriously.  From this:

 

 

To this:

 

 

I’ve had days of training.  I’ve been to meeting upon meeting upon meeting!  I’ve been signed up for a seminar, I’ve been invited to a conference on “Falls”….

My head is spinning with all the new information I’ve been handed.

I want to get it right.  When those surveyors come in and request “information” from ME, I don’t want to look stupid.  I want to have the answers.  The one guy from corporate that came to train me some said that when the surveyors come in and ask “Who keeps track of the falls?”….

 

 

You got it….in your face, baby!  Well, in MY face, that is….

You see, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be ultimately responsible for the outcome of these “incidents”. 

 

 

  It’s a little scary…but I can do this. 

I. GOT. THIS. 

On the other hand….my previous employer….not so much.  You see, when I was told they had my homecare patients “covered” so why not make that day my  last??  Yep….they were “covered” by my supervisor/the OWNER….Oh Yeah….Do you think she still has it “covered”????

 

 

So, as much as I truly miss my little lovelies (homecare patients), I absolutely positively without a doubt am loving my new job!

I love the challenge, that is for sure!

How about you?  Do you love YOUR job??

Me?? Trendy??

"Thank you everybody. Thank you Tom, and Bob and Dolores, who are home reading my blog… I hope, and thank you so much to everyone who voted for me.

There really is nothing more important to me than striving to be a good human being. So, to be here tonight, blogging, and be acknowledged as one to receive this honor is beyond expression in words for me. 'I am a human being, nothing human is alien to me.' Terence said that in 154 B.C. and when I first read it many years ago, I had no idea of the depth of that meaning. “

Wait, wait……..

CUT!!!!!

Holy Shit!!  For a second there I was feeling like Oprah Winfrey as she accepted the Bob Hope Humanitarian Award….

Seriously…I have been AWARDED!!! 

By whom???

By Rebecca over at Unexplained X 2, that’s WHOM!!

I am honored, because as once again I see that I have lost a fucking follower….and I’m not sure why…..possibly it’s my fucking potty mouth, but I doubt that….I  am wondering why on earth people take the time to un-follow, unless of course the one they un-follow does them some injustice…but damn….did I do that???   We are all adults here, right?

So…why un-follow my blog??

Ok…so maybe the day you came and followed me I was having a really really good blogging day and maybe you even peed your pants a little as your read about my chaos I call “my life”….and then when you came back I was having a really really lousy blogging day and you didn’t even get one little giggle stuck in your fucking throat as you read….but damn….to un-follow me?  Ruthless….

….just plain ruthless.

(I can see the numbers dropping now…..)

Anyruthlessness, I got an award!! 

 

 

Ok…so IRL I am so not “trendy”, but apparently here in the bloggy world, at least ONE person thinks my blog IS.

Thank you, Rebecca!!  You rock!!

Even though my un-followers have made me feel like I am part of the un-cool crowd….

 

…you, Rebecca, have made my day!!

Now, I am supposed to hand this award over to 10 other bloggers that I feel fit the bill.

I am a little nervous about doing this.  You see, I have read how so many of you do not like to do the dirty work that follows receiving an award.  And I truly don’t want to step on any toes.  So…

….I’m thinking I will say right here and now that you are ALL trendy in my book.  That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.

 

(Well, except for those un-followers.  They are SO not Trendy.)

They should be careful who they unfollow….

 

 

……just sayin.

 

I hope you all had an awesome weekend!!!

Confess and Move On

I haven’t confessed for quite a while, so I’m pretty sure it’s time.  If you are way over-due for a confession, like I am, have no fear, you will not get struck down by the lighting of God, because we have Glamazon!!  and Mamarazzi!! 

That’s right!  Go ahead, link up and confess.  Then you can walk into that church on Sunday and feel proud that you’ve done your duty.

 

I confess….

 

• Being off for three days while I took the kids to the sitter’s anyways was really  nice.  I don’t know why I didn’t keep them home other than because I give up on obtaining Mother of the Year recognition I have to pay the sitter whether they are there or  not….
• It blows my  mind that the sitter gets paid for not working…is this normal babysitting protocol??
• I am nervous as hell about starting my new job on Monday.
• I’ve done home-care for as long as I can remember (13 years) and I’m concerned that I might get a little psychotic while having to stay in ONE building for 8 fucking hours.
• It’s killing me right this very moment to NOT video-tape Mr. Sake as he dances to “Just Dance KIDS”  for the Wii.  Oh yeah…it would be awesome! 
• And by “Just Dance KIDS” I am talking “The Wheels on the Bus” and the “Chicken Dance”…”Bingo”…..yep….dance away, my Dear!!
• I just broke the news to the spouse that this week’s grocery shopping will be the beginning of “OUR” diet.
• He said, “WHAT diet??”
• I don’t like to suffer alone.
• Misery loves company, for Pete’s Sake!!
• Seriously…three bagels and broccoli-cheese-potato chowder for a lunch is NOT a good idea….
• Yes, I said THREE bagels.
• Yes, that’s what the spouse brought for his lunch the other day.
• I am sick…my sinuses are stuffed and painful, my head hurts…I can’t taste anything…Dagnabbit!!  I have a new job to start on Monday…I can NOT be sick!
• ……………… – …………………………….
• …………………….
• ………………………….. Mrs. Sake will be right back, she’s video recording…………
• ………………………………..
• ……………………(and WTF does she mean by “OUR diet”???)

 

I confess….

• Silly me, I forgot what can happen when I walk away from the computer with my blog window still up….
• Some things are just not right…
• Like this……

 

 

• And some other things are just plain freaky….

 

 

• I confess that when the kids aren’t home, or even if they are in another room, I often get out a few black trash bags and clean house….and certain “things” end up in my bags.
• I have no idea where that Barbie went.
• She was there one minute…..

 

Then….POOF!!  All. Gone.

• This week I had an orientation day for my new job at the “corporate office”.  That meant an hours drive…on the freeway.  I confess that I HATE the muther-trucking freeway and all the asshats the drive it!
• I do not like being forced to drive over 65 mph….they can all kiss my ass.
• Seriously, I saw alot of THIS while driving the freeway….

Is there any reason to be so rude? 

Ok…ok….I confess….I was the one doing the flippin off.

Don’t judge me.  I am only human.

 

Happy Friday!! 

It’s a New Year

I finally did it.  That’s right, I took the initiative to make my situation better.  You see, for the last year I have been working full-time hours for part time pay.  This, my friends, basically SUCKS!!

Some may THINK that seniority with a company is good thing, but I know better.  Because I was the employee that had the most years in with this company, of course I was getting paid higher.  As with most companies that are trying to fuck over their employees save their company from failing, my employer did what they had to do.  They took patients from me and gave them to a new hire that was most likely getting paid less to do the same job.  BUT….could she do it as well as I could??  Maybe….maybe not.

Granted, the company I was working for was a small company…run by husband, the accountant, and wife, the Nursing Supervisor…

 

 

But seriously….what good is seniority??  What good is loyalty??  I gave my patients 110% each and every day.  I’ve been seeing the same ones it seems like forever….they are like family to me.

But I did what I had to do….I found another job.  One that will make up for the income I’ve lost.  One with benefits.  One that still allows me to work with the elderly population which is my forte. 

I quit the homecare.  I can NOT believe I did it.  I really didn’t want to do it.  I love that job.  I love the people.  I love the flexibility.  My supervisor??  Not so much.

When I resigned, I explained to my supervisor (she is also the owner of the company) that this all started with her taking away my patients.  She didn’t seem to comprehend.  I told her I’ve been sinking because of the lower income.  She just looked at me….

 

 

I told her when they took my monthly benefits check of $400 from me right before Christmas…that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

She said she couldn’t believe I was leaving.  She even recalled that I have been there for THIRTEEN years…even longer….”Oh my gosh….” is what she said.   “I can’t believe this….” came next….

Then…

 

 

Really??  You really can’t believe I’m leaving after you sunk my ass into bankruptcy?  Wow…amazing.

She insisted I give a 4 week notice which made me have to tell my new employer that I would have to wait to start.  That seemed to be ok with them.  I managed to get my vacation time out of my employer which was good.  I worked 2 weeks of my 4-week notice.

Those 2 weeks were heart-breaking.  I cried.  My patients cried.  I cried some more.  I tell you again, they are FAMILY to me.

I explained to my patients that I had a weeks vacation coming up and then the week after that would be my last week.  I prepared them the best I could.  I told them I’d be back…ONE MORE TIME.  They would relax after hearing that.  They felt better knowing they had one more visit with me.  It didn’t make them happy, but they were consoled for the time being.

THEN….

Oh just hear this….

My supervisor calls me the Thursday of the week before my vacation week.  Remember, this would be the end of week 2 of my notice.  Week three was vacation, and week 4 was to be my last week visiting my patients.  My supervisor tells me, as if it’s no big deal, that the Friday of my SECOND WEEK could be my last day.

What the HOLY FUCK??  Seriously??  I just told all my patients that I had one more visit with them!  And the ones that I still had to see the following day didn’t even know yet that I was resigning!!

I was furious.  She said it was because she had them all covered for my vacation week, so why not leave it at that instead of giving them back to me for one more week…..???  Unfuckingbelieveable!!

I cried.

I called all my patients and explained. 

They cried.

We cried together.

So very very sad. 

That Friday I took all my stuff in to the office.  I handed it to my supervisor.  I just looked at her.  She told me if she had enough new cases to give me that would give me all of them.  She said she hated that I was leaving. 

 

She. Gave. Me. A. Gift!!!

 

????

I don’t get it.  I told her it was BECAUSE of HER taking my patients in the first place that this all started the downhill slide to my resignation.

She still DID NOT GET IT!

GET A FUCKING CLUE!!!

I somehow think she is playing a game.  She can’t be THAT dense, can she?  Seriously….she runs a fucking business!!  Too bad she has forgotten how it is to be the nurse out there taking care of the elderly.  Too bad she had lost her compassion. 

Too bad the almighty dollar has made her into such an uncaring individual.  (Yes, I’m trying to be nice…and professional….but FUCK!!  it’s hard!)  I feel sorry for her.  She is definitely NOT the person that hired me 13 or so years ago.  She definitely has lost her “spirit”. 

So, this week I’ve been fielding calls from my former patients that are not happy with their new nurses (one being my supervisor!), and doctor’s offices that state they are getting no response at the office when they call….asking who is taking over….asking who will draw the blood….asking why on earth did you quit????

Ahh….such is life.  Too bad Too bad Too bad!! 

Next week I start my new job. 

Am I nervous?  Hell yeah!!  I’ve been doing the same thing for 13 years….driving from house to house, shopping whenever I feel like it….

Oh man….I’m a nervous fucking wreck. 

I wonder if I can get an order for Xanax or something….since I’ve already passed my pre-employment drug screen…..Hmmmm……

Actually….I CAN do this.  Yes. I. Can.

Just watch me!! 

I will be the Little Engine That Could….

 

 

Happy Wednesday!! 

 

If you’d like to Pour Your Heart Out about something, go link up with Shell over at Things I Can’t Say.  Give her some love over there!  She deserves it!

 

Hey Mojo…Come Back!

Seriously…I ain’t go no mojo….

 

 

Christmas totally wiped me out.  Yes, I was a part of  THIS….go ahead, check it out if you dare. 

So…PINT it IS!!  Gotta get back in the swing of things some time, right? 

Link on up!

 

Yes, my Little Man was hospitalized over Christmas.  WTF??  Been a Mom for over 13 years and this was my first experience with a child in the hospital.  He was admitted with pneumonia induced asthma…or asthma induced pneumonia…take your pick.  My poor baby!!  He was discharged on Christmas and is doing much MUCH better now.  Except…Steroids are a mother-fucker!!  Can’t keep the Little Man still…

 

 

Here’s some news for ya….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m pretty sure if the new job doesn’t work out, I can get some work with these fine fellas…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Tuesday!!

SAHM for a Day

Okay…I am home with the snot mongers little ones today because Lil Lady has a case of the “snots”.  I felt it was wrong to send her to the sitter’s with snot dripping down her face and her upper lip and right side of her face all chapped from her wiping her snot on her sleeve.  I keep telling her…”Dab, Lil…just DAB!”  Geesh!

 

 

I know…she doesn’t LOOK sick and I’m sure the sitter would have Lysolled her or something to prevent the spreading of germs, but I just wasn’t sure.

I haven’t been home alone with the kids for so long that I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.  Usually both the spouse and I are home together, or I’m hiding out behind Caribou working my butt off while he’s home playing with the kids.  When we are both home I have it all handled.  I make sure they eat….I make sure they aren’t breaking anything…and I make sure the spouse is aware when I say, “I think Manny stinks.”  I even follow through with “Did you change the stinky one?” if I still smell it less than 3 minutes later.  (Follow-through is the most important aspect of the Mom’s job….)

I let Little Man sleep in as long as he wanted today.  His first words when he got up and saw me were, “Mommie!!!  Are we home??”  This means, “We don’t have to go to Bobbie’s today?”  Yes….Man, we are home.  So sweet to see how happy he was to be home with me.

Then….

Then he became the demon from god knows where.  It started off with him standing on the puppy.  Yes, STANDING on the puppy.  Ok, so Cali is a BIG puppy, but still….”Don’t fucking stand on my  puppy!!”

 

Cali at 6 months

 

Then Lil Lady tried to sweet talk him into giving her his Nintendo DS by giving him MY iPod.  Oh Helllllll Noooooo, little girl!!!! 

Little Man has this new seriously annoying little quirk about him….he sticks his tongue out and talks….I call it “baby talk”.  Yes, he is 2 1/2…to some people that IS still a baby, but when he’s been talking NOT like a baby for a while, to then START talking like a baby…well, it’s pretty much irritating as all fuck!  The spouse clucked him under the chin the other day causing him to bite his tongue just a smidgen….Nope, that didn’t cure him yet…dagnabbit!

This too shall pass…..

Right??

I must admit, these 2 really do have quite the imaginations.  This….

 

….is a “Rocket Ship”.

 

These….

 

 

 

 

 

….are “captured aliens”.

 

Today I have learned who the characters on Little Bear are.  I could have sworn the girl was “Elizabeth”….I was wrong.  Her name is Emily…and the doll is Lucy….Can I just add that Little Bear is the most annoying cartoon on this planet??  Seriously…can we speed it up a bit?  I could tell that whole story in like 2 minutes and not drag it out for a gawd-damn half hour!  I absolutely recommend Little Bear if you are having difficulty sleeping.  I bet it works better than Restoril.

Lil Lady was educating me on ALL the cartoons.  She is amazing!  Sometimes I wonder how she knows all that she does.  She even recalls that Rosebud from “Airbuddies” is from Fernfield and that we need to go there so we can bring Rosebud home to be Cali’s friend.  She must take after me, that’s all I can say.  And Little Man…..??  He takes after the Sicilian side of the family….

 

 

Another thing I learned today is that the snow is really pretty when you are INSIDE looking out……

 

 

…..instead of driving in it like I have been the past week or so!!

 

 

So, being a SAHM for a day wasn’t so bad, but I can tell you this….if I had to do it everyday…..

 

 

On second thought, here in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Sake, we sort of have our own rules when it comes to disorders of the mental kind….

 

 

Happy Wednesday!

Back to work tomorrow for me….I hope!   

Dear Santa

My kids refused to sit on Santa’s lap….for the life of me I don’t understand where I’ve gone wrong with this.  My oldest who is 13 didn’t sit on his lap until she was 7, and my two younger ones are probably headed in the same direction….I just don’t get it…is Santa scary??

 

 

I also can’t make them sit still long enough to compose their own letters to Santa, so I’ve decided the hell with them I will write my own letter.

 

Dear Santa,

I have been good, and by “good” I mean I have done what is expected of me.  I have provided food for the family even though they choose to snack on pepperoni, chips, string cheese, and Wheat Thins.  I have clothed them daily; sometimes twice in one day if one of them decides they are too busy to go potty.  I have done homework with the Teen only to have her “forget” to hand it in. 

I have attended meetings at the school, driven the Teen to where ever she is asking to go, and allowed her to have sleep-overs when I would rather have some peace and quiet.  I  have attended school band concerts even though the Teen was told to “pretend” to play the saxophone since she doesn’t have one to practice on and can’t get out any notes no matter how hard she tries….

I have broken up fights between the toddlers…I have pulled Little Man’s hair when he’s pulled his sisters…Ok…maybe this wasn’t the right thing to do, but, Dear Santa…I was at my wits end.  Can’t you forgive this one??

I have cleaned up dog shit…and more dog shit…and MORE dog shit even though I wasn’t the only one that wanted a puppy.

I pick up all the toys several times a day.  I clean up the Teen’s room mostly because when I go in there to wake her up in the morning, the fluster-cluck gives me an anxiety attack.  I clean up the hairs that the spouse leaves behind after trimming his goatee…I try not to complain about this one because he keeps threatening to shave it off, and seriously….I don’t know if I will like him if he does this.

(Yes…he is aware of this risk.)

I have worked the measly hours that my supposed FULL-TIME job gives me.  I have pinched pennies because my FULL-TIME job sucks hairy monkey balls….

I have stopped getting my nails done because my FULL-TIME job gives me PART-TIME hours…..

So, this is what I would like for Christmas….if you could….Dearest Santa…

• An automatic pooper-picker-upper.
• A doll that can take notice of when the hair pulling starts and it can say…”STOP!!”
• A set of feet that aren’t dry and scaly.
• Hair that does what it’s supposed to do each morning.
• An endless supply of Caribou Coffee’s White Chocolate Mochas…no whip, of course.
• I would like to stop sweating when everyone else is freezing.
• Hands that aren’t numb each morning, and possibly a cure other than surgery for carpal tunnel syndrome.
• Jeans that don’t cut off my circulation at the waist when I sit down.
• Warm fuzzy socks because my feet are the only part of me that don’t sweat…they freeze.
• Better circulation to my feet.  (This might go with the requested jeans)
• A four-year old that doesn’t scream like her left arm is being cut off just because she is crabby and her little brother is looking at her.
• A two-year old that knows when NOT to look at his crabby-ass 4-year old sister.
• A Teen that knows the boundaries between parent and child.  (ok…this IS asking for a bit much…I apologize for my greediness)
• A FULL-TIME job that gives me FULL-TIME hours as well as FULL-TIME pay.

 

• I would love a bit of patience so that as they are pretending to be “kitties” and meowing me to death, I can smile and accept that I gave birth to “kitties” instead of Einstein’s or Stephen Hawking’s…..

 

 

If by chance you cannot grant any of these wishes, I would gladly forfeit them for just a bit of Christmas Magic so that I can show my kids what Christmas is really all about.

 

 

Sincerely,

The Mom