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A - Age: Soon to be teh big forty-eight, this summer solstice. Not too shabby.
B - Bed size: Narrow, crooked old-maid Twin I inherited from my late husband. Yecch.
C - Chore you hate: Scrubbing the bathroom.
D - Don’t eat: Cheesecake. Can't even smell it.
E - Essential start-your-day item: Coffee and gayalithiel on chat.
F - Favourite board game: Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble, of course!
G - Gold or Silver: Silver or white gold.
H - Height: 5'2, if I poof my hair.
I - Instruments you play: Violin and Dulcimer
J - Job title: Certified Nursing Assistant/Slave
K - Kid(s): Two amazing individuals. One of each.
L - Love or lust: Love. O, what a pathetic gaping wound/sucker I am. Violently hypersensitive.
M - Mom’s name: Geraldine. Really.
N - Nicknames: Indi...Hey, you..But, Mom..
O - Overnight hospital stay: Stomach-pumping due to older sister feeding me an entire bottle of baby aspirin, age 1. Lengthy stay at age 9 - 10; urethra and kidney issues. Two stork deliveries.
P - Pants or pantyhose: Pants, OMG.
Q - Favourite Movie Quote: "They are not The Hell your whales."
R - Right or left handed: Righty-tighty.
S - Siblings: One older sister, one younger brother, one younger sister.
T - Time you wake up: 6...7...8 pm-ish.
U - Underwear: Nowadays? Yes.
V - Vegetable favourite: Brussel Sprouts, Spinach.
W - Ways you run late: I'm usually embarassingly early. For everything.
X-rays you’ve had: Ankle, but t'was only a torn ligament. Age 7.
Y - Yummy food you make: O, so many things in my magic crockpot..Genuine cream-puffs, usually with chicken salad, within. Hummus of the Gods.
Z - Zoo favourite: Polar Bears

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Work Follies:

In the ambulance door lobby, there is a poster. It's almost eye-searingly, garishly colored, featuring a beach scene. In March. You know, beach umbrella, chair, towel, palm tree..someone in the office found it on the internet and printed it, and you just KNOW they're proud of it. It's 'advertising' a mandatory staff meeting - tomorrow? Thursday? Who knows? - and the title of said meeting?

"Having A Job"

The last mandatory staff meeting - for nurses, only - the Asst. Director of Nursing bragged about, 'the stack of applications THIS HIGH', that she has, and told them all, 'that it's just going to get worse' - and literally went around the room, pointing at each one of them and saying, "You'll be the first to quit. Then, you. Then, you. You'll last another couple of months, maybe..", and, so on.

It's going to be surreal. I can't imagine all of us sitting around in beach attire - "No bikinis or flip-flops" - WHAT? - while being baited and berated.

You can't MAKE this stuff up, folks.

*~*~*

Last night, my favorite resident, my dear Mister Lew, had a huge bout of diarrhea - the noro-virus is in town. While cleaning him up and changing his bed, he recognized me - "Don't I know you? Aren't you the one that I always talk to?", etc. - through his growing dementia. ♥

Then, "How do you sleep at night, working at a place like this? Aren't you ashamed? You should be ashamed, working at a place that treats people like this!" - and it made me cry.

He's right. And I am.

*~*~*

Back in January, I was written up for the police stand-off incident that occurred back before Halloween. Just in time for my annual raise - which I did not get.

Only at the top of the page the box for 'verbal' warning had been checked off, and then, scribbled out..and the box for 'written' warning had been selected, instead. However, at the bottom of the page, the description read, 'No attendance issues for sixty days to AVOID a written warning', and I took it to my supervisor, asking for clarification. She takes it to whomEVER, and I don't hear anything more about it - and time goes by. And goes by. And goes by.

FINALLY, I had to go to my supervisor AGAIN, about it - I had to chase them down - asking for resolution. Two months later. She can't believe they hadn't gotten back to me, blah blah blah -

- and, four nights ago, I am called down to D Wing for it - right when the sixty-day probation would have been UP, mind you - to find that NOW it IS, indeed, a 'written' warning, and that they've moved the date up TO MAY. NOW, I CANNOT CALL OUT SICK UNTIL MAY. FOR SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED BACK IN OCTOBER.

I'm scared to bitch about it, really, given the title of the BIG MANDATORY BEACHWEAR MEETING, coming up..and, yes, I've been combing the employment ads, and no, there aint much out there. Oy.

*~*~*

ETA: At least, there was THIS:

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