The Job Situation

The meeting went bad.  I quit.  

I feel like a SUPERHERO again!

It's been a couple months.  Time to give an update on how the new job is going. 

Get To Work Part 1 - Get To Work Bitch!

A wise philosopher once opined; You wanna?  You want a Bugatti?  Sip martinis?  You wanna live fancy?  Live in a big mansion?  Bring it on, ring the alarm, don't stop now, just be the champion, work it hard, like it's your profession, watch out now, 'cause here it comes.... You Better Work Bitch!

Ready to be Ready

I had this feeling yesterday.  A feeling that I was waiting for something.  At first I thought it was just the fact that I'd slept for over 24 hours, but the more consideration I gave it, the more I realized it was something way more than sleepiness attention.  I was ready to be ready.  Let me explain.  

I watched mom die

 This is one of those strange narratives where the 'peak' of the story isn't the end.  I kind of feel like I'm currently living through the epilogue of this story because 'I watched my mother die' really can't be topped.  I guess I should start there... I watched my mom die on the morning of May 1st, 2023.  As of now, May 6th, she's still alive, but I did watch her die.  To understand all of that we'll have to travel backwards and then take it in chronological order.  

Covid Redux

Yeah, I got COVID-19 again.  Maybe.  Thankfully, whether I have COVID or not, this time it's mild.  

Can a job be too easy?

 Can a job be too easy?  It seems like a simple question, but I'm honestly have to answer it and all the sub questions that come with it.  What exactly defines 'easy' when it comes to a job.  Is it better to have a difficult job or an easy one?  Is it okay to be around people that complain about how difficult their easy job is?  Let's dig into this because its all relevant.  

The New Job

On June 13, 2022 I started my first real new job as a registered nurse.  I no longer work for the department of corrections and now work for the department of health and human services.  I'm still in orientation, and will probably still be in orientation for another couple weeks at least, but I think I've been there long enough to open up and talk about it now. 

Light Thoughts

I re-read my last post and.... boy, that might have been the nadir.  The low point.  The end of the line.  While it didn't exactly get better starting two months ago, we did start to hire nurses right around then.  And that little glimmer of hope was enough to see, both in my own actions and in the eyes of the nurses I supervise.  To date, we have two RNs and one LPN out of orientation with three more RNs in orientation.  That's enough to cut down the overtime by about half.   

There might be light at the end of this tunnel yet.  

Work and Nursing

This isn't going to be easy to write.  When I generally go down a path like this, looking at options of how the near future of my life will go, I tend to make a change.  And I'm not sure I want to make a change.  

This could be it!

 It shouldn't be a surprise that this has been a bad year and a half for me.  My brother goes through, and is still going through, a bad time in his life.  COVID-19 stomps its way through our society, eating everything in its path.  My aunt dies.  I have my mom move out to keep her safe, then trade places with her and move out myself.  My hours at work change to a time that conflicts with my body mechanics.  I go through some minor, but scary, health scares.  The politics get scary, get better, get scarier, then get back to normal gridlock.  

Work is Hell

I have to wonder how much of me changing jobs is a desire to do something new and how much is a growing dismay at my current predicament.  This week was fucking hell at work and I swear I haven't thought this much about quitting a job in years.  

Who am/was I?

"I don't even have a concept of who I was back then."  That's something I heard in a podcast I like to listen to that's really stuck with me.  It got me thinking... who was I back in 2010?  Let's take a look and see. 

Rise and Shine... at 0430?

I primarily want to write about the vaccination process, but I'm also going to add updates on the computer, on cars, and returning to a normal schedule and what all that means.  

Vaccinations and other updates!

This will be one of those 'lots of little updates' posts.  Let's see... I want to talk about taxes, computer upgrades, car dreams, vaccinations, work future, weather, music and music services, new meds, and maybe some more.  Let's start with filing my 2020 taxes. 

'Ronacation

I never heard back from my HUM on whether or not I'd be able to work from home.  I think some of that may be me inadvertently pissing her off.  We've both talked about people taking advantage of the system we work in.  For instance, if you're a close contact you can choose to follow our new guidelines.  Those are the getting a  temp check twice a day, even when you're not working, and getting an instant test every day.  If you choose not to do that, then you have to sit out for two weeks.  Well, we've had nurses that have been close contacts that have chosen to get their 'Ronacation (a vacation that's paid for because it's created by having exposure to the coronavirus) instead of going through some easy to follow safety measures and coming in to help out.  

'Rona just won't leave me alone

 Damned disease.  I've been having some symptoms of 'Rona, but I've been having various symptoms for months.  A little extra cough here, a little sore throat there.  Nothing big.  Especially since at work we've been tested every week since September.  All negative results.  Well, this week I was a little extra paranoid. 

Wanting to leave both home and work?

So, I still haven't won mom over.  Not completely.  I'm still home and she's still at my aunt's place.  I really have to start thinking of that house as my cousin's place, but that's a hard habit to break.  Anyway, I talked to her a couple weeks ago and told her about how firm I was on the whole idea of both having her come home and be more comfortable and happy, and at the same time not having her or I live in the same place for the foreseeable future.  I'm not talking about weeks or months... I'm talking about seasons or years. 

Out and Over

I've actually talked about moving out a couple of times on this blog.  I forgot about them, but they're here and here.  And while neither are exactly relevant, they do lay out my thoughts on moving out in 2016 and 2018.  2 Years later, and for entirely different reasons, I'm finally moving out.  This isn't about me leading my own life, or setting up my retirement, or directly dealing with Mom's need for my help.  Nope, this is all 'bout the 'Rona.

I GOT COVID 19

For most of my adult life, I tend to get a couple colds a year.  When the outside temperature goes all wonky, my body just seems to open up, take on a virus, and get sick.  I remember back when I was "young" (i.e. my twenties, when I thought I was "old") it was just once a year.  If I didn't get sick in the spring I could bet that I'd get sick in the fall.  But that single year sickness only lasted a short while and it soon became twice a year.