Work is making me CRAZY

Okay, crazy probably isn't the best word.  Angry?  Upset?  Pissed off?  Frustrated?  Those all probably fit a little better than crazy.  But crazy just feels a little more appropriate.  I mean lets face it, I work as a nurse in a prison. The job already has a lot to make me feel frustrated and crazy built into it.  Before I dive too deep into the real subject of this post, lets look at some of the natural every day things that give me frustration and craziness at my job.

Gaming and Guilt

I don't think it's a surprise to anybody here that I have a gaming computer.  It's something that I've always wanted, it's something that I strove after, and it's something that I've not only attained, but that I've maintained.  In August of last year I was trouble shooting a problem and went ahead and upgraded most of it.  I even scratched at an itch that I've had for awhile and went with a micro ATX build instead of a standard sized one.  And it hasn't ended there.  Since then I've upgraded the mouse (three times?), the game pad, and the speakers.  In case you don't want to go through and read about my system stats in the old post, lemme catch you up:

Glasses and Such

Last Monday I had a visit with my Optometrist.  Funny story, my optometrist is a local independent owner operator.  He's not a part of a chain.  So it's not Pearl Vision or even an association with a store like Sears or Sam's Club.  They have great customer service and I have no problem giving them personal information so that they can keep in contact with me.  The email address I give them in a variation on my real name, but they kind of screwed it up... I didn't realize they screwed it up and just assumed they didn't really use it.  That is until a year later I get an email from someone with a similar email address asking me to kindly correct the optometrist and ask them to stop sending them reminders to come back and get an eye exam.  Anywho...

Guns are an American problem

(As I mentioned in the previous post, I've been dealing with some pain issues lately, so this post was written over the course of a week while I was in a lot of pain.  Forgive me if it's a less than clear.)

You know, I could have sworn I'd talked about guns on this blog before.  Maybe I'd intended to but never got around to it, or maybe I've buried it in some post with other subjects.  But it's in the news again and therefore in the forefront of my mind and I'm in the middle of several facebook debates so I figured I'd put my thoughts into order here.

Root Canal and an Escape

I wanted to catch up a few subjects.  Both my last posts have been left 'open' recently and they deserve some resolution.   So I'm going to talk about Mom's car, and my current dental issue.  If I have time and the wherewithall, I may come back and discuss my migraines, stress at work, my brother, my shoulder, and my aunt.  I may even add some more things, but those are all items that are on my mind a lot these days.