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My son - the brilliant, razor-witted-but-good-hearted and fabulous DJ - turns * 18 * today.

"........."

Sadly, I work, and must sleep, so we will be celebrating him tomorrow.

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*snort*

Guess who won the first ever 'Falls Prevention Champion' Trophy Cup, last night?



That's right. ME.


Oh, the irony. I actually got a congratulatory phone call from the Assistant Director of Nursing. Naturally, I was insanely busy and thought I was in trouble and I KNOW she heard me say, 'OMG. WHAT DID *I* DO?', when the nurse handed me the phone...Whoops.

I got a $25 gift card for Walmart. Apparently, they'll do almost ANYTHING to keep people from quitting..anything but HIRING MORE HELP, though; y'know...Ah, I'm a bitter bitch and this was a total sham, but so what. It still felt good. :)

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Just woke up to an empty dark house, and y'know..sometimes solitude aint all it's cracked up to be.

DJ's at my mom's; she brought him a huge silly mylar balloon for his birthday and he LOL'd but obviously loved it. For his birthday I'd already, a) let him bag school a day and gave him money to go see Hillary speak, b) got him that obscure jazz guy poster/jeans/shirts - but owe him a metronome. Going to Walmart tomorrow - with my giftcard, now, I guess - to get him a small cake (and hopefully, said metronome), and we are having lasagna with my mother, etc for his birthday. Big whoop. I suck. This shift sucks, actually, and because of it..I suck even MORE.

It did, however, dawn on me that I kinda did deserve that award thing - I mean, duh. If you average it out, I am, a) the ONLY one on a ten-day pay schedule and full-time, and b) consistently on the busiest/fullest/craziest wing alone. So, okay. I guess I really am responsible for averting the most falls, simply due to being the sole one responsible for the most people, most of the time. Okay. I can live with that, then.

Tonight, the betting pool for, 'Who's gonna call off TONIGHT?' is a shoo-in. Last night, SheRise was a 'no-call, no-show' - she's probably got another job, somewhere - so it's a pretty safe bet that she'll not show up again, tonight. Another one bites the dust.

Whatever DJ wants to do tomorrow - after I pick him up in the morning - we'll do.

And I promise, I will not somehow work yardwork into the equation.