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the day in bullet points

And possibly not in completely chronological order, because I am too tired to fully brain and may or may not be drinking whiskey.

*I was queasy last night, and woke up feeling even moreso this morning.  Hot flashes and dry heaves.  Lovely, but not contagious.  Kent suggested heavily that I call out ("What are they going to do?  Fire you?").  I told him that I hold myself to a higher standard--and, besides, we need the money now that he's working the slow season--and off I went.

*Immediately regretted it halfway to the bus stop.

*Realized while sitting at the stop that I'd forgotten my necklace, and would have nothing to fidget with ALL DAY.  Consider this a sign, and consider going back home.

*Wonder if I can find a way to induce dry heaves at work, and then subsequently get home.  Hmmmm....

*Get to my next stop, where I usually get to write in solitary splendor.  Someone else arrives, immediately lights up a cigarette, and starts playing music on her phone.  Without headphones.  First is the gawdsawful cover of Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work" by some misguided gits who turned it into a DUET.  It makes my blood boil on the same level at that recent cover of "I Will Survive" by...some whiny emo boy.  Then comes a smooth R&B version a Psalm 23 (I just...what?  NO!).  By the time the third song rolls around and I am shooting pointed looks while scribbling furiously in my journal, she says "Oh, is my music bothering you?  You look like you're trying to study."

I am proud of myself for not saying "Actually, I'm writing about how I should either go back home or kill you for polluting my environment with your music AND your second hand smoke  Still deciding."  I just said "Yes.  This is my quiet time, and I have other peoples' music inflicted on me all day at work.  Thank you for noticing."

*Mentally applaud myself for not being a good girl.  I clearly deserve a cookie.

*Start feeling a twinge in my lower belly.  Oh, no.  Is THIS why all I have wanted to do for the past 24 hour is eat red meat, fuck, and sleep?

*Get to work.  Am greeted by J, who was all by herself on the 2nd half of 3rd shift.  I get the list of people who aren't up and/or dressed yet.  And she leaves.  Lovely.  Explain to me again why I am expected to do any work left from my shift when my relief (eventually) arrives, but it doesn't work that way on 3rd?

*I will spare y'all the tedium of the clusterfuck that was staffing today.

*I don't know what was in the air/water today, but every single resident had the rambles.  We were chasing people ALL DAY.

*Did I mention we were grossly understaffed?

*Yup.  That twinge meant exactly what I thought it did.  The communists are in the funhouse.  Fuck.

*Breaks?  Hah!  We're working through lunch!

*Oh, L the Hospice Nurse!  We love you!  Allow us to abuse your good nature by having you help us!  (Yeah, she's a lot like me)

*J, who was almost two hours late because she "forgot" she had to work,got pulled to the front because THEY were short staffed too,  comes to the back to say she's going to lunch, and does anybody want anything?  She'll be back in an hour or so.

*Have a telepathic moment with A as she leaves: "Either one of us could take her.  Or you go high and I'll go low."

*K the Hospice Nurse!  We love you, too!  But we love you even more because you brought us Girl Scout cookies! (Apparently, her dad bought 3 cases from each of his FOUR granddaughters.  So she was just handing them out)  I got my cookie!  Actually, I got a whole box!

*Scarf down four cookies because I haven't had anything to eat but a granola bar and six Lifesavers since 5:30.  Peanut butter is protein, after all.  And--yay!  The drink cart is still here and there is milk!

*With L and K's help, get all of the changes and naps done in record time.

*Linda comes to make sure we're doing all of our paperwork correctly and at the times we're supposed to be doing it.  Guess who does the paperwork while everyone is out smoking?  Yeah, I rock.  Besides, my inner Beavis and Butthead gets a kick out of filling out the bowel and bladder book with brown and yellow pens.

*Cookies and diet Mountain Dew.  Snack of champions.  Residents have fruit cocktail and lemonade.  They pout.  I reluctantly share my cookies.  *pout*

*Someone from corporate wants to talk to us for "just a few minutes."  The last time this happened, we were informed the place was closing.  Realize that THIS is the point I may finally throw up today and, damnit, my shift is already technically over.

*NO!  Corporate is going to start doing the schedule!  We're on a two week rotation, and I WILL BE GETTING EVERY OTHER WEEKEND OFF!!!!!  Good news!  And "the tardiness issue" is going to be dealt with "severely."

*I may have done one too many whiskey shots and ate too much excellent homemade pizza to finish this post.

*I have a surprise day off tomorrow, because J and corporate looked, realized how much overtime I'd be getting and said "Uh...no."  Asked A if she'd like to cover, and she jumped at the chance.

*Like I'm going to turn it down when my uterus is getting poked by 1,00 Satanic knitting needles AND I'm having hot flashes?  Besides, I have an LJI piece to write.

*Had great bus luck.  Decided that getting home sooner rather than later was worth skipping a stop for a bottle of wine and a bendy straw.

*Came home to whiskey, homemade pizza, and a birthday card from The Patriach.  I was floored.

*Now listening to David Bowie.  And trying to ignore that I still have COOKIES!


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 25th, 2017 03:46 am (UTC)

Sounds like quite a day! What did the girl do when you told her that her music was bugging you? Did she turn it off or apologize?

May. 25th, 2017 11:11 am (UTC)
She turned it off. No apologies, though.

At least I didn't mealymouth it and say "Oh, no...you're fine" like I would have in the past.
May. 25th, 2017 09:34 am (UTC)
It is a deadly sin to mess with one's quiet time. There are times I could throttle my husband,

A coworker forgetting they had to work? That happens with the over 75 crowd!!!
May. 25th, 2017 11:16 am (UTC)
Yeah...she's 20. She keeps a snap of the schedule on her phone, so there is no excuse.

She already gets special treatment by getting to come in late because she has to drop her daughter off at daycare. She's scheduled for 8 instead of 7, and keeps coming in later...and later...and later. She's supposed to stay until 4 instead of 3, and yet she still somehow managed to leave before Angela and I did yesterday. Grrrrr....
May. 25th, 2017 01:20 pm (UTC)
I keep forgetting you're a girl. And happy birthday on Saturday, in case you're not around.
May. 25th, 2017 01:36 pm (UTC)
"The communists are in the funhouse"

BWAAAHAHAHAHA I've never heard that before. Nice.

Also, there's never too much whisky and pizza for a rambly LJ post. Whisky away!!!
May. 25th, 2017 02:18 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah, you have to love it when Corporate decides to get involved with the schedule-making. I wonder how the tardiness issue will be "severely" dealt with...public floggings, perhaps?

And Girl Scout cookies...@3@
May. 25th, 2017 06:32 pm (UTC)
I hope Corporate stick to it and you do get every other weekend off! Smacking down the habitual slackers would be good too.
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May. 28th, 2017 03:09 am (UTC)
i hate having to suffer thru other peoples music.

hope corporate keeps the schedule and really does deal with the tardiness. yay for a surprise day off. boo for uteruses. uteri?
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