Save the Last Dance For Me?

Last high school prom, ever…

She graduates in two weeks…

Le sigh…

2014 in review

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I thought it was bad enough but I was wrong

I thought the almost-coworker turning down the full-time position was bad enough, but the request she made of the boss floored me further.

She asked the boss to let her work 40 hour weeks, BUT to write a letter stating she was only working 10 hours a week- we’d get coverage and she’d get a damned good salary AND keep all her benefits.

I thought the boss’ head was going to explode…

Folks keep telling me “benefits” don’t exist anymore…what the fuck are they calling it now?? 

Un-frickin-real!

Snigs Does a Little Myth Busting

It’s been said nobody wants to be on welfare/public assistance/whatever you want to call it.  Nobody will willingly do such.  Nope.  No way.

I CALL BULLSHIT!  And well, most folks who read my blog would too, but case-in-point-

This past week I “oriented” a new nurse who was offered the other LPN spot at our office. 

She turned it down and the reason for such?

“If I work more than 8-10 hours a week, I’ll lose my benefits.  And I’d have to pay for my own insurance!“

She has a nursing license, yet would rather keep her “benefits” than pull in roughly $900 a week?

Seriously?

And she had the nerve to look me in the eye and basically say, It’s okay for you to work and pay for my insurance as well as your own, but I don’t want to be bothered with doing the same?

I was slightly more than fit to be tied. 

Take a Week off and What do You Get?

A bunch of disgruntled patients; to work lots of overtime & weekends; a house that looks like Hell’s Half Acre; etc…

They pulled in several “agency nurses” to cover for me the week my father-in-law died.  Funny it takes SEVERAL to do the job I have been doing, but that’s not the point.  What have I heard for the past week and a half? 

I couldn’t understand him

She made my wound hurt more/She hurt me.

The same person never came twice.

My bandages were falling off before bedtime.

They didn’t act like they knew what they were doing.

He never listened to my heart or lungs!

Nobody ever came at the time they said they would.

Nobody even showed up.

Okay, so I’ve spoiled my patients, but damn- nobody listened to my CHF patients’ lungs?  They HURT MY patients?  Nobody even showed up?  That shit doesn’t fly well with me.

I don’t care what “kind” of nurse you are, basic common knowledge should apply!

So, I’ve got my patients back in their happy places again.  Now, I have a metric shit ton of paper work to catch up on…  However, on a positive note, I was the only person in the entire office to get a Merit Raise and for a change, it’s of decent size!

My house really, really looks like Hell.  The “good” stuff from the father-in-law’s house is piled up in the middle of my livingroom floor.  It all needs extensive cleaning.  I’ve got a 50 gallon tub of papers to still go through and I’m still hoping to find some sort of insurance paperwork.

We found two safe deposit box keys yesterday…with no clue what bank they belong to.

The post office won’t let us forward the mail to here since we don’t have power of attorney…

This shit is for the birds!

Don’t want a do-over

This has been probably one of the toughest weeks of my life.

Emotions have run the gamut this week- fear, sorrow, disgust, anger, joy, love, pride, and sadness.

Maybe I’m not used to feeling *this* much all at once, but I feel like a worn out dish rag today.

Fear of the unknown Saturday afternoon, sorrow at finding the father-in-law dead, disgust with the way one of his “friends” was acting, anger that more & more was being piled on me to handle, joy in seeing the stepsons and the grandbaby, love for them all, pride in the way the stepsons have finally grown up and again sadness, today as they left.

I also did the eulogy at my father-in-law’s funeral.  He wasn’t a church-going man and there were no preachers who actually knew him.  I’ve always felt strongly against someone who never even met the deceased preaching the funeral.  My voice was very quivery, my knees were knocking a lot, but I made it through.  It was a very small memorial service, as he wanted to be cremated and with it being midweek, I guess a lot of folks were working.  Not to mention at 80, the peer group has shrunk a bit.

I’ve fallen more in love with the grandbaby.  He is pretty damned grand. 🙂  I got the first smile on film!  I also got spit up on A LOT.  I wanted to make recommendations, but damn if I wanted to come across as the interfering mother-in-law.  I finally DID say something, but as a nurse, not a mama-in-law.  (Dammit, a tummy ache is a tummy ache, not tiredness!!)

I’m still NOT Granny, but instead, Grammie.  That, or Grams, but not GraNNy.  Let’s just say I had a bad experience with some folks called Granny and the sound of the word makes my skin crawl.

Anyway, everyone has gone home and I’ve about got the house straightened back out.  It’s been a rough week and I definitely don’t want any do-overs of it.

:-/

Came home from work Thursday with a stomach bug & was out sick Friday.  Saturday rolled around and I still felt like crap, but it got crappier.

Overnight Friday night, my father-in-law died.  He was a good fella, I liked him a ton.

However, his housekeeping sucked.  (His wife died in 1986 and from then on, he didn’t give a rat’s rear about cleaning anything.)

He also left us with no idea about finances, insurance, etc…

Four days of searching has revealed nothing. Sigh.

On a good note though, the boys came home for the funeral which is tomorrow and the youngest brought his new baby with him…

I’m getting some QUALITY Grammie time.

Topics of Conversation

Things discussed with my patients this week beyond the last bowel movement…

30-06 v/s 308 with a retired Navel Officer.

Picking cotton with a woman who had 10 kids because she found when she was pregnant, she didn’t have to work in the cotton field.  From what my Mama has told me about picking cotton, I can’t say that I blame this woman!

The likelihood of alien invasion.  Doh!

How women are nothin’ but trouble.  With a 4-time widower.

There’s a submarine in Idaho, sitting in the middle of nowhere.

The crack house next door.

With a 93 year old black lady- “Obama sucks”.  Her words, not mine.

Sweeping the yard.  Grass in the yard means you’re trash.

How to rid your property of armadillos.

“If my fibromyalgia, IBS, anxiety & depression won’t get me disability, what about ‘pluminary symbolism’? Will that one work?” with a 30-something woman.

“Someone stole my car keys and hid them in the dish water.  Why do people do things like that to me?”

“The white peoples are after me. ‘Specially the KKK.” (On a day I show up in a white uniform)

At a hoarder’s house (like one you’d see on TV)- “I cleaned up before you came”.

 

24 years later…

Could be worse, I guess.  Less hair now, more fat.  😀

Gun Porn

Snigs’ recent acquisitions…

A nice little CCW with Veridian green laser and a Colt 1911 that needs a little “dis-improving”…some fool painted the slide.

That will be remedied.