Several months ago I overheard a conversation between my bosses boss and one of the housekeepers. They were rating women on a scale of 1-10 based on their looks. My bosses boss rated me a 3.
I've been pissed at him ever since. The housekeeper is my work friend. He verified what I had overheard.
Today my bosses boss asked me what I thought about his new 24 hour report form. I told him on a scale of 1-10 I'd give it a 3....I didn't elaborate.....I seldom do....I just walked away.
Later in the day as my shift was ending, he walked past my desk. As he walked by I held up a nurses note with the #3 written in the middle of the paper. A big, bold, black #3 for him to see.. He looked puzzled. I smiled and told him it's my evaluation of his job performance......."on a scale of 1-10, with 1 being the lowest score, ten being the highest score, I give your work performance a 3! I bet your performance in bed is probably a 2 but that part is just a guess. AM I right?"...then I smiled and waited in anticipation for his response.
I was so proud of myself because i'm usually reduced to a grade school student in the principals office when talking to this man. I didn't stammer, or stutter, or shy away.....and it felt GOOD! His response was a look of stunned confusion. I walked away.........went directly to my DON's office, told her I quit, told her what I had done, and why i did what i had done. She looked a little amused, and surprised. She told me she was going to talk to dickheads boss and let her know what happened and she'd call me tomorrow. She counted my cart with me, and I went home.
I always try to do the right thing. I always try to do the responsible thing....I know I should have handled the situation differently......but (there's always a but)this shy, quiet, Kentucky girl is tired of playing the game........i'll have a new job tomorrow if need be.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Friday
WePing had her surgery today and all went well. I couldn't wait to get her home where I knew she'd be well taken care of. She's in my bed covered up with my blanket, sleeping off the drug/drugs they gave to her. I love that little fur ball of a cat.
Thanksgiving was nice. I worked and earned double time and a half,had a nice dinner with my family, and now I'm on a 3 day weekend. YAY!
Took my daughter to lunch today and talked to her about sex, birth control, pregnancy, boys,& self respect....after lunch we stopped at my parents house to drop off a list of the top 100, greater cincinnati, northern ky. high school basketball players of all time, according to the cincinnati enquirer. my dads monday newspaper wasn't delivered and so he was missing part of the list. he wanted it, so i got it off line and took it to him.
we recently had our state survey at work. one of the inspectors asked me how i monitor my staff for burn out. i almost laughed. i found it ironic that she'd ask me of all people that question.
Thanksgiving was nice. I worked and earned double time and a half,had a nice dinner with my family, and now I'm on a 3 day weekend. YAY!
Took my daughter to lunch today and talked to her about sex, birth control, pregnancy, boys,& self respect....after lunch we stopped at my parents house to drop off a list of the top 100, greater cincinnati, northern ky. high school basketball players of all time, according to the cincinnati enquirer. my dads monday newspaper wasn't delivered and so he was missing part of the list. he wanted it, so i got it off line and took it to him.
we recently had our state survey at work. one of the inspectors asked me how i monitor my staff for burn out. i almost laughed. i found it ironic that she'd ask me of all people that question.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Hunting
I'm off work today. I might try to finish up my Christmas shopping, or I might just go back to bed and sleep away the day. We'll see.
My x-love, the guy from PA that moved to Arizona, has invited me to his work Christmas party. I'm not going to go.
WePing gets spayed Friday. We should do the same to women and men who abuse and neglect their children.....
My son shot a buck and a doe this past weekend. I like deer steak cut into strips, marinated in worchester sauce, and then cooked on the grill. I hate hunting season because i worry about my sons getting shot. i love hunting season because i know my sons are having a great time, and making memories with their dad.
The verdict is in......i'm going back to bed.
My x-love, the guy from PA that moved to Arizona, has invited me to his work Christmas party. I'm not going to go.
WePing gets spayed Friday. We should do the same to women and men who abuse and neglect their children.....
My son shot a buck and a doe this past weekend. I like deer steak cut into strips, marinated in worchester sauce, and then cooked on the grill. I hate hunting season because i worry about my sons getting shot. i love hunting season because i know my sons are having a great time, and making memories with their dad.
The verdict is in......i'm going back to bed.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Margaret Sanger Might be Proud?
Worked today.
I still hate it.
WePing (my cat) carried a bag in her mouth from my sons room to my daughters room.
My daughter runs down the steps carrying this bag, screaming "GROSS, I'M GOING TO VOMIT!" She drops the bag on the dining room table. I'm thinking that it's probably going to be a rotten apple, or some food article growing mold, right? WRONG!
I peek in the bag and I see 2 used condoms. .........(yay! he's using condoms!)......what to do?
I still hate it.
WePing (my cat) carried a bag in her mouth from my sons room to my daughters room.
My daughter runs down the steps carrying this bag, screaming "GROSS, I'M GOING TO VOMIT!" She drops the bag on the dining room table. I'm thinking that it's probably going to be a rotten apple, or some food article growing mold, right? WRONG!
I peek in the bag and I see 2 used condoms. .........(yay! he's using condoms!)......what to do?
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Thanksgiving Dinner
I have to work Thanksgiving Day. But that's OK because I will be paid double time and a half. And then I will take a 3 day weekend. YAY!
I'll cook after work. But I'm not making a turkey dinner. It grosses me out. I just don't like it, and refuse to make one ever again!
I tried to talk my kids into having pizza and pumpkin pie that day, but they SaID NO.
So i'm thinking i'll make a ham, sweet potatoes, macaroni N cheese, greens, cranberry sauce and corn bread. I'll also make pumpkin pie, cheese cake, and pecan pie.
I'll cook after work. But I'm not making a turkey dinner. It grosses me out. I just don't like it, and refuse to make one ever again!
I tried to talk my kids into having pizza and pumpkin pie that day, but they SaID NO.
So i'm thinking i'll make a ham, sweet potatoes, macaroni N cheese, greens, cranberry sauce and corn bread. I'll also make pumpkin pie, cheese cake, and pecan pie.
Fast Days
The police have been investigating one of our high school teachers. Seems he's been partying with some of the students. The cops video taped him smoking pot with 3 of the football players, and to boot, they were smoking the pot on the front porch of one of the board of education members home...the board members wife is a teacherat the middle school.
I know the board member and his wife. They are nice people and have done a lot of good for our community. It was depressing watching them on the evening news being handcuffed and arrested. Apparently they have been supplying alcohol to some of the students, including their own son who is the HS quarter back.
The pot smoking teacher, a 25 tear old, the one on video smoking pot with students has been fired.
I'm not sure what will happen to the other 2.
I like them, but what the heck were they thinking? I mean come on, how stupid can you be?
Charges aren't going to be filed against the kids who were on the video tape. Apparently a 17 year old doesn't know it's not ok to smoke pot if a teacher is doing the same, according to the police. One of the kids is a cops son.
I know the board member and his wife. They are nice people and have done a lot of good for our community. It was depressing watching them on the evening news being handcuffed and arrested. Apparently they have been supplying alcohol to some of the students, including their own son who is the HS quarter back.
The pot smoking teacher, a 25 tear old, the one on video smoking pot with students has been fired.
I'm not sure what will happen to the other 2.
I like them, but what the heck were they thinking? I mean come on, how stupid can you be?
Charges aren't going to be filed against the kids who were on the video tape. Apparently a 17 year old doesn't know it's not ok to smoke pot if a teacher is doing the same, according to the police. One of the kids is a cops son.
Our Field
This is where the parade ended. It's the high school football field. They're generous with the field, and allowed us to use it for our Cranberry Bowl.....................................................
Artificial turf was put in this past summer. The company who laid the Philidelphia Eagles field, did ours. The school didn't ask the tax payers for a dime. It was paid for through fund raisers and donations.
We're pretty proud of it.
One of the high school football players couldn't afford new football shoes. I think he wears a size 15................ hadn't had a new pair in 2 years. The Cincinnati Bengals caught word of his delimma and donated a brand spanking new pair of football shoes to the boy.
Artificial turf was put in this past summer. The company who laid the Philidelphia Eagles field, did ours. The school didn't ask the tax payers for a dime. It was paid for through fund raisers and donations.We're pretty proud of it.
One of the high school football players couldn't afford new football shoes. I think he wears a size 15................ hadn't had a new pair in 2 years. The Cincinnati Bengals caught word of his delimma and donated a brand spanking new pair of football shoes to the boy.
Pretending
Yesterday my mom and dad stopped by the big football game.
I almost asked my dad how he was feeling, then stopped myself. I thought it would sound lame. So we just smiled and talked about the kids, and pretended he wasn't just diagnosed with cancer.
I feel sad for him.
I almost asked my dad how he was feeling, then stopped myself. I thought it would sound lame. So we just smiled and talked about the kids, and pretended he wasn't just diagnosed with cancer.
I feel sad for him.
The Big "C"
My dad has cancer.
I don't know many more details because they (mom and dad) still feel the need to protect us (my sisters and I) from the big bad world. We'll kinda have to learn more bit by bit until we have the whole picture.
I do know he has elected to go with radiation tx, rather than surgery.
I don't know many more details because they (mom and dad) still feel the need to protect us (my sisters and I) from the big bad world. We'll kinda have to learn more bit by bit until we have the whole picture.
I do know he has elected to go with radiation tx, rather than surgery.
Endings
This is my weekend off of work. YAY!
My daughter was in a parade yesterday. It was hosted by the organization for whom she cheerleads. It's her 5th and final year with the organization (YAY!) and so yesterday was especially important to her.
The parade ended at the football field where the final football game was played and won by our team, 3 TD's to 1 TD....I don't remember the exact score.
All and all it was a fun day.
My daughter was in a parade yesterday. It was hosted by the organization for whom she cheerleads. It's her 5th and final year with the organization (YAY!) and so yesterday was especially important to her.
The parade ended at the football field where the final football game was played and won by our team, 3 TD's to 1 TD....I don't remember the exact score.
All and all it was a fun day.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Near Death (kinda, sorta) Experience
Ever since my divorce I have had a recurring dream of an airplane crashing into my house. In the dream I hear a plane coming towards my house & I know it's going to hit...... in a panic I run ............as i'm running, the plane hits the house and explodes............A huge fire ball consumes my home. I run from the fire but can feel it burning my back. Then I wake from the dream.
Today at work as I'm going about my daily chores and probably cursing someone under my breath, I hear an airplane coming towards the building.........the roar of the engine getting louder and louder.............and I can feel a vibration under my feet......for a moment I think that because of my dream, the panic I feel must be an over reaction. Then I see our administrator and attorney run from the office with fear all over their faces...... and I hear dead silence from the room behind me that just seconds ago had 25 people talking and enjoying lunch. I was petrified! I stood there trying to gauge what direction the plane was coming, where it would hit, and what my best option for escape might be. And then it passed.
We all went outside to the back courtyard. Lazy Joe, the grounds keeper was out there,pale & shaking. He pointed above the roof and said "it flew right over. it was so close I could have hit it with a rock. it barely made it over those trees."
We stood and talked about what would have happened had the plane hit our building, and decided we all surely would have perished. One employee had run out to get some iced tea. She would have been the lone survivor. I asked her if she thinks she would have suffered from survivors guilt. "Hell no!" was her response.................I aint mad at her............and that's it.
Today at work as I'm going about my daily chores and probably cursing someone under my breath, I hear an airplane coming towards the building.........the roar of the engine getting louder and louder.............and I can feel a vibration under my feet......for a moment I think that because of my dream, the panic I feel must be an over reaction. Then I see our administrator and attorney run from the office with fear all over their faces...... and I hear dead silence from the room behind me that just seconds ago had 25 people talking and enjoying lunch. I was petrified! I stood there trying to gauge what direction the plane was coming, where it would hit, and what my best option for escape might be. And then it passed.
We all went outside to the back courtyard. Lazy Joe, the grounds keeper was out there,pale & shaking. He pointed above the roof and said "it flew right over. it was so close I could have hit it with a rock. it barely made it over those trees."
We stood and talked about what would have happened had the plane hit our building, and decided we all surely would have perished. One employee had run out to get some iced tea. She would have been the lone survivor. I asked her if she thinks she would have suffered from survivors guilt. "Hell no!" was her response.................I aint mad at her............and that's it.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
8 posts in 1...so there.
I voted yesterday. My voting place was moved this year from my neighbors basement to a used car lot.
I stood in line for about an hour. I had to stand there and look at the guy who was guarding the machine, or giving out instructions, or whatever.........but I had to stand there and try not to stare at his stretched marked belly that hung below his shirt. I had to resist not walking over to him to pull down his shirt. His rotten teeth distracted m from his belly for about a minute.
All in all I feel pretty good about my choices, and it always feels good to exercise my right to vote!
On my way home from voting, some guy was standing on the highway holding a VOTE FOR P sign. I beeped and gave him a thumbs up . He yelled "thank you." It made me feel guilty for not voting for him.
I'm on call this week. Some dude called in sick last night at 12:15 am for a 3pm-11pm shift, and then he wanted to engage me in conversation. I hung up on him, and I don't feel guilty....as a matter a fact, I wish he'd call back so that I could do it again.
One of the patients in our facility called my boss a "mother fucker." It made me laugh cause he took the words right out of my mouth! I signed to the social worker a ^5. She laughed.
My dad should get his biopsy(prostate) report back tomorrow. I talked to him on the phone this evening, several times.....and he says it's no big deal, nothing to worry about. I worry anyway.
One time I had a patient who loved french fries from McDonalds. Since all of his family was either in prison or the gutter, and since he had no way of getting out to buy some, he rarely got to eat them. Every once in a great while I'd stop off and get him an order of fries. It was fun watching him eat them. He'd smack, lick his fingers, and savor each and every fry. But anyway, one day he was eating his fries and kinda got choked on one.......not Heimlich Maneuver choked, but coughing and face turning red choked. Another of my patients whispers to me "he's choking"...and I whisper back "yea. do you think we should call 911?" He says "yes"........so I ask him "do you know the number to 911?" He thinks about my question for a minute...........looks over at another patient and says "what's the number to 911?" He was serious as a heart attack. I guess you had to be there, and know these people......but it cracked me up.
I want to buy a piano, and learn how to play it.
I want to learn a foreign language. (I could curse at co-workers without them knowing it)
Speaking of janice Joplin.....I'm a big fan.....she's great to listen to when your angry,PMS'ing or doing housework...........if I could be a rock star, I'd wanna be her....except I wouldn't be a drug addict....or maybe I'd be a drug addict for a minute, but I'd get my act together way before the drugs could killed me.
When I was a kid I dreamed of being the first female, professional baseball player. I wanted to play for the Cincinnati Reds. My uncle played for them, and he was my idol. He was my idol until I realized he was a racist, and probably a drunk.
I never made it to the pros. I gave up on that dream when I decided I wanted to be an actress. My cousin made it to the pros, and played for the Reds.....and he's not a racist or a drunk.
I stood in line for about an hour. I had to stand there and look at the guy who was guarding the machine, or giving out instructions, or whatever.........but I had to stand there and try not to stare at his stretched marked belly that hung below his shirt. I had to resist not walking over to him to pull down his shirt. His rotten teeth distracted m from his belly for about a minute.
All in all I feel pretty good about my choices, and it always feels good to exercise my right to vote!
On my way home from voting, some guy was standing on the highway holding a VOTE FOR P sign. I beeped and gave him a thumbs up . He yelled "thank you." It made me feel guilty for not voting for him.
I'm on call this week. Some dude called in sick last night at 12:15 am for a 3pm-11pm shift, and then he wanted to engage me in conversation. I hung up on him, and I don't feel guilty....as a matter a fact, I wish he'd call back so that I could do it again.
One of the patients in our facility called my boss a "mother fucker." It made me laugh cause he took the words right out of my mouth! I signed to the social worker a ^5. She laughed.
My dad should get his biopsy(prostate) report back tomorrow. I talked to him on the phone this evening, several times.....and he says it's no big deal, nothing to worry about. I worry anyway.
One time I had a patient who loved french fries from McDonalds. Since all of his family was either in prison or the gutter, and since he had no way of getting out to buy some, he rarely got to eat them. Every once in a great while I'd stop off and get him an order of fries. It was fun watching him eat them. He'd smack, lick his fingers, and savor each and every fry. But anyway, one day he was eating his fries and kinda got choked on one.......not Heimlich Maneuver choked, but coughing and face turning red choked. Another of my patients whispers to me "he's choking"...and I whisper back "yea. do you think we should call 911?" He says "yes"........so I ask him "do you know the number to 911?" He thinks about my question for a minute...........looks over at another patient and says "what's the number to 911?" He was serious as a heart attack. I guess you had to be there, and know these people......but it cracked me up.
I want to buy a piano, and learn how to play it.
I want to learn a foreign language. (I could curse at co-workers without them knowing it)
Speaking of janice Joplin.....I'm a big fan.....she's great to listen to when your angry,PMS'ing or doing housework...........if I could be a rock star, I'd wanna be her....except I wouldn't be a drug addict....or maybe I'd be a drug addict for a minute, but I'd get my act together way before the drugs could killed me.
When I was a kid I dreamed of being the first female, professional baseball player. I wanted to play for the Cincinnati Reds. My uncle played for them, and he was my idol. He was my idol until I realized he was a racist, and probably a drunk.
I never made it to the pros. I gave up on that dream when I decided I wanted to be an actress. My cousin made it to the pros, and played for the Reds.....and he's not a racist or a drunk.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
kitty stuff
We had lots of Trick or Treaters! Most of them were cute! My son handed out rubber spiders, rubber roaches, and candy. We ran out of the good candy, so I used the sugar free crap that was stashed in my bedroom. (I hope it doesn't give the kids diarrhea!)
Took WePing to the vet today. She weighs 5.2 lbs., is healthy, and of course so darn cute. She got 2 shots......which was kind of sad cause she didn't understand why pain was being inflicted on her. Made me want to cry. The vet is surprised that WePing doesn't meow. He says Siamese cats are typically very vocal. I've only heard her meow twice since we've had her. I guess she's just the quiet type? The vet gave kitty 2 stuffed toy heads for being such a great patient. Kitty loves them!
Took WePing to the vet today. She weighs 5.2 lbs., is healthy, and of course so darn cute. She got 2 shots......which was kind of sad cause she didn't understand why pain was being inflicted on her. Made me want to cry. The vet is surprised that WePing doesn't meow. He says Siamese cats are typically very vocal. I've only heard her meow twice since we've had her. I guess she's just the quiet type? The vet gave kitty 2 stuffed toy heads for being such a great patient. Kitty loves them!
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