The Corner Office

i spent part of my work day changing offices. It was a cluster F. the new director is moving his stuff in and we have to move out!!! OUT...to a tiny little office. You just don't know what it is like to lose an office you never even deserved... the ever wanted corner office with windows on the second floor. We always kept it hush hush about our office, knowing deep inside eventually someone would find out how flippin awesome it was and make us move. Well that happened last week. Our department finally got a Director and he came in to meet us and said " Whoa...wait a minute here...this is a NICE office" as we were jammin out to PINK and crunchin on crackers. I turned around and thought to myself "SHITHOLES...here it comes...the I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but this office is going to be mine, news". and 3 days later...the email telling us we need to look for another office arrived.

we looked...they sucked, then we sucked it up and opted for the tiny office next to the sweet undeserved office we had been using for 4 years...and said..."it's better than the basement. We will still have windows..."

So, today, I had to start moving our stuff. If we worked in any real company, I'm pretty sure someone would come to help us, but instead I had to clean out all the old crap the last person left behind...which was fairly easy....I pulled the recycle bin right into the office and started dumping. Someone had the nerve to ask me if I should be saving any of it....I shot fire balls out of my eyes and they shut up. I called someone to get us a desk that we found on a different floor, got that moved in and then started the task of moving the computers.... I finally got so angry I yelled Fuck All Of This Crap....I'm Leaving!!!! and as I walked out the door my co-worker said, "see ya in the morning?" " Yeah...see ya in the morning."

stupid work.

men and their underoos

so, I was just reading this mind altering survey about men. Men only buy underwear when they are looking for a mate.
per Daily Mail UK:

"Men's underpants buying activity reaches a peak at the age of 23, but declines gradually until the age of 33 when it falls to zero - because many men are in a stable relationship."

???
I was confused at first then on further thought...do they go comando?

YUP...
I believe it.

When was the last time your man purchased his own underwear???...and if you are a single man...when was the last time you bought new underwear? When you were going to get laid, I'll guess, or hope.

The only time they get new underwear is when we get so sick of looking at the raggedy ass waist band and stains that we march our butts to Target and buy them a 6 pack.

No one buys my underwear, except for me, and lord knows I would never expect my other half to buy my underwear, bras, or any other privates... but for some unknown reason men don't want us to act like mothers...yet they expect it.
Buy your own damn Underwear!!!!
Seriously...

It appears from the article that underwear purchasing by men stops completely between 33 and 37 then amazingly picks back up at around 38...
hmmmmmmmmm
let me think about this....
women get so sick of buying their underwear that they leave, ie divorce = need for man to get laid and return to buying their own underwear again.
amazing how that chain of events happens huh?

it's something isn't it? Bizarre...

just a little bit to ponder on this lovely Friday

I'm tired....a Nursing Students Thoughts

I know I know, I say it all the time, but I am, I am tired.

Emotionally, physically and just plain old brain dead.

I think it's mostly brain dead.

My schedule is so screwed I have to ask my calendar where the hell I am supposed to be everyday and when I get there...I have to ask what class I am in, and pray I did the homework.

I really don't want to learn any more. At least not what I have to learn, now if I learn by default, that is a different story.

I have great friends and co-students who help me everyday. They make me laugh, they share their snacks, they give support and there are a couple of them that are so helpful that I wouldn't get through this without them...they are now my family. They now know my schedule and life better than my real family does. Is that a good or a bad thing...or just a nursing student thing?

We each have our own personalities...that's ok, it teaches patience...and jeez, we all could use a little more of that.

I want to tell you something, last week I was getting ready for clinicals...for the few of you who don't know what that is...it's working for free, which is fun the first semester but by the 4th...IT BLOWS!!

(back to the story)

I was rushing around trying to pull my head out of my ass while pouring dry cereal into bowls and setting timers and notes all over the kitchen so that the kids don't blow up the house while I'm gone (nursing students can't afford daycare) and my daughter says...

"What is that sticker on your arm?"

"Who knows...is it a banana sticker?...just get it off I gotta go."

She hands me the little tiny sticker...it's blue.

I read it and smiled...and started to lose it, which is normal for nursing students.

I don't really believe in God...(i know, strike me dead...please, then maybe I could get a nap in or something)...But I do believe in what you put out...you get back...It's the pay it forward/universe loves me kinda thing...

here's the sticker and what it said:

"God placed me on the earth to do a certain number of things. Right now, I am so far behind, I will never die."

Where that little sticker came from, I haven't a clue, but it was stuck to my sleeve for a reason. I believe that :)

Friday, thank you very much

here I am at the first part of work at 5 am. It's strange how as the end of school is in the near future I am starting to wish it would come quicker. I'm ready to have days off. I'm ready to make decisions that result in something opposed to effecting something. 3 more weeks of school (about) this semester, then the last semester of Capstone and whatever other bull crap they decide we need...then take the test and cross my fingers.
I'm going to take a vacation when school is done...celebrate 42 years on this planet...with hopes of a few good years left.

I can't believe the holidays are right around the corner and I haven't even started thinking about them. What to buy? What to do? :)
As I drove in this morning I thought it would be nice to just get away for the thanksgiving holiday. Maybe just go up to the mountains and stay in a hotel and swim in the heated pool, eat dinner out, heck...if we went to a ski resort I could possibly slap on my old snowboard. anyone want to go?

Take 5, "Hospital Scene...George Clooney Dude"

Yo, today at clinicals was great. Cancer room 20....fractured hip and renal failure room 18. Yeppers... I made it through. Still didn't have to touch a penis, so I feel pretty good about that. Fellow nursing student had to do a foley+ foreskin...I mighta screamed. Next time...I'm super at removing and I've been told if they get wood to "thump" it...but I really think the person who told me that was jackin with me, but not sure.

Clinicals today involved a Clooneyish PA and one of the most adorable RN students ever. I saw them making eyes at each other and the most awesome person that I am...I took care of it. I exchanged phone numbers for them :) hahahahaha They are soooo gonna thank me later. uh huh uh huh (doin the dance) If I was just a bit younger and single...

I rock...I'm just tellin ya...this is great karma points

also this hospital is like ER...everyone is good looking and available...or so it seems, its gonna be a funny next few months

good morning Vietnam

like a war zone around here
Up at 430 to get everything and everyone ready for the day. I have clinicals so it throws the entire planet in my house out of whack. I have to count on a 12 year old to get the 5 year old ready for school and get her there on time.

took a shower, wiped off with my favorite green towel ..."sniff sniff" what the hell? what is that? (smell towel)
damnit!!! Olive (i'm assuming ) used my towel to wipe her pee pee crotch when we ran out of TP. Nice...is it some sort to of lesson? Or just some sort of Karma?

Back into shower...rinse repeat...clean towel.

Put dogs out, then lock them in laundry room...step in cat vomit.



fuzzy slippers+ cat vomit = not good...and pissed mommy.

throw favorite fuzzy slippers down the stairs and start to cry...wipe tears, regroup, and pray my patient today doesn't have as a bad a day as mine is starting.

Gotta run.
9 hours of clinicals
then to work for 3 hours then home to .....
i don't know...can't think anymore.

Cupcakes for Halloweenie

worms
&
rats


plain old white cupcakes with the smashingly delicious peanut butter cream cheese frosting.
I believe I ate my weight in Frosting.
I wanted the oreos to look like rat poop...but I just ended up making it look like the rat was eating the garbage.