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Jun. 5th, 2020 08:48 pmResigned today.
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Jun. 3rd, 2020 11:29 amAnnnnnnd got a text around four am. from another coworker that she was sent home with a fever of 102F. Praying for her.
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Jun. 2nd, 2020 11:55 amWhat times we live in.
Saw a group of military helicopters heading southeast, about two hours ago - heading towards Philly? DC? Very glad to live somewhat in the sticks.
Two nights ago, my brother went to work - night-shift Walmart stocker/clean-up - - and arrived to find the entire store surrounded by police in full military gear. Rumours of coming looters...He very wisely got right back into his car and went home. Got a text when he got home that they were keeping the store closed. Relieved he followed his instincts.
Still not sure if I'm going back to work or not. I'm sure my name is Mud, but I don't really care, at this point. At last count? My wing has been decimated - cannot even THINK about what individuals I've lost. They're being VERY careful with language in updating us - - allegedly, 'only' two deaths, so far. 20 resident cases (active) in-house, and at least that many active cases in staff. Checking out remote jobs, and my sister wants to maybe try starting some sort of small business. Idk, anymore. Cannot wrap my head around the idea that - after almost twenty years? Srsly? - that THIS is how it ends. My anxiety is off the hook.
My second COVID test came back negative, thank God.
Got to get glasses before I lose my insurance.
GOT to vote, today. Going to double-mask and glove, of course.
Saw a group of military helicopters heading southeast, about two hours ago - heading towards Philly? DC? Very glad to live somewhat in the sticks.
Two nights ago, my brother went to work - night-shift Walmart stocker/clean-up - - and arrived to find the entire store surrounded by police in full military gear. Rumours of coming looters...He very wisely got right back into his car and went home. Got a text when he got home that they were keeping the store closed. Relieved he followed his instincts.
Still not sure if I'm going back to work or not. I'm sure my name is Mud, but I don't really care, at this point. At last count? My wing has been decimated - cannot even THINK about what individuals I've lost. They're being VERY careful with language in updating us - - allegedly, 'only' two deaths, so far. 20 resident cases (active) in-house, and at least that many active cases in staff. Checking out remote jobs, and my sister wants to maybe try starting some sort of small business. Idk, anymore. Cannot wrap my head around the idea that - after almost twenty years? Srsly? - that THIS is how it ends. My anxiety is off the hook.
My second COVID test came back negative, thank God.
Got to get glasses before I lose my insurance.
GOT to vote, today. Going to double-mask and glove, of course.
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May. 17th, 2020 06:06 pmOpen letter to Robert Smith ♥:
Love you, love you, love you and thank you for so much. For practically everything. For being my inspiration and strength, my truth, my blanket-fort, my reason to believe that wishes can come true. For your incredible art - and countless memories both caused by and attached to same. For oftentimes, the only joy to be had.
I got a call from my nursing director about three hours ago - stating that a resident that I worked closely with (just changing his brief was a wrestling match) went out to the ER, this morning, and has tested positive for COVID.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get the new album finished and out.
Running out of time, here, and it's one of the only things that's keeping me going - the hope for this new magic - and just incredible to me that it's inspired by the Apollo program and moon landings. It's liEk it's tailor-made. I don't want to die before I get to hear it.
Please. That is all.
Love you, love you, love you and thank you for so much. For practically everything. For being my inspiration and strength, my truth, my blanket-fort, my reason to believe that wishes can come true. For your incredible art - and countless memories both caused by and attached to same. For oftentimes, the only joy to be had.
I got a call from my nursing director about three hours ago - stating that a resident that I worked closely with (just changing his brief was a wrestling match) went out to the ER, this morning, and has tested positive for COVID.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get the new album finished and out.
Running out of time, here, and it's one of the only things that's keeping me going - the hope for this new magic - and just incredible to me that it's inspired by the Apollo program and moon landings. It's liEk it's tailor-made. I don't want to die before I get to hear it.
Please. That is all.
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Mar. 1st, 2020 11:12 pmJust doom and effin' gloom, yo.
No joking around, no trying to be clever, srsly.
Some tiny, still-glowing kernel inside me feels that I should be documenting..this..something..Like it's the last days, for real-for real; for me, at least. So dramatic. Too dramatic, really, for this actual, gradual, long-slow-draining-of-everything I'm sinking in, and have been, for some time. Nothing has any colour, any flavour - nothing really gets me excited, anymore. Just getting the fuck out of bed is a notion filled with ever-simmering-in-the-background, ever-complex possibly-imaginary pitfalls and on EVERY level, my anxiety is off the charts, and has begun to affect my health.
*~*~*
Got tickets to an upcoming, 'The Musical Box' show - March 20th -- and hope that large public gatherings will still be allowed, then. And still cannot believe that that is even a consideration, but I FOREWENT (is that a word?) KRAFTWERK TIX FOR JULY. KRAFTWERK. BECAUSE....WELL...By July, who KNOWS where we will be? Dropped a bit of a wad on the tickets, but was glad I was able and SO GLAD to support this group - they're amazing, and I'm so glad that someone still values this absolutely beautiful art and *that very magical time* when peter gabriel helmed Genesis. Bless him, he just turned 70. ♥
Ha. It just occurred to me that pg-Genesis is maybe the polar opposite of Kraftwerk. Interesting.
But I listened to, 'Stagnation' by pg-Genesis and it made me cry, it was so beautiful - liEk, my soul ACHED from starvation, for it. It had been too long.
And a shout-out to my brother, Rob, for whom I am grateful every day. He's so fucking cool and doesn't even really know it, and is MOST underrated. I wouldn't even have KNOWN about the M Box show, if not for him - and he is liEk, the perfect live-performance partner. And, quite frankly, my Ride Or Die - and prolly the ONE person I can actually count on. For so many things. He was totally down for Kraftwerk, but...well...we'll see.
*~*~*
Scary but not shocking - the coronavirus cases out at the Kirkland, WA nursing home - guess who owns them?
Guess who I work for?
IF I still have a job for calling off, last night, that is.
Tomorrow is going to be HORRIBLE. Not just the daily horror of being the only aide on a wing of almost forty. That's been the new normal for some time. Not the ever-looming weight of unfairly-skewed-against-night-shift management always looking over your shoulder and snapping at your heels - remember those mean, petty girls in high school? That's what I work for, now.
But my nurse friend, S - who left months ago to deal with leukemia - is coming in to clean out her locker. She really thought she was coming back to work, but..no. Brain tumour, now. Speechless. Do not know if I can handle seeing her. Honestly. I tried to call her several times and she got back to me once, but the third time I called, her phone message had been changed by her husband and she never got back to me and I just figured that that didn't bode well and that she sure didn't need me bugging her. So, TREMENDOUS guilt for not trying HARDER. IDk, what could I do? Barge? Later on, I could have...SHOULD have. Idk, I'm just babbling, at this point, here, but I really feel terrible. And my GOD, I feel like I'm going to be saying goodbye, tomorrow. I can't stand it.
The fact is, I've seen so Goddamned much agony and death, that I PULL BACK, now, when I know it's coming. Trying to shield myself, when it's not ABOUT me. I hate it, but cannot NOT do it. So much regret, but I'm sadly, only human and maybe less than-, now. Ever since Norm L.'s death, really. He was squeezing my hand so tightly, his nails dug into his skin and then, his head just basically exploded. Blood filling the 02 mask, out his eyes, his ears..and I will never forget the look in his eyes.
And I know I've said this dozens..prolly hundreds..of times, over the past almost twenty years, but what am I going to do if I lose my job?
Working for them is horrible. Not working for them is horrible.
D'ya know they count the isolation gowns and masks, now, too? And that I have to actually number the cups I give out to residents for drinks? I've noticed a GLARING reduction in ppe supplies, and gee, doesn't that just make you feel safe? I've put on gloves and my hands have gone right through them..I've heard nurses say in jest that we probably all have MRSA and C-Diff, anyway, from working there.
I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I *will* get this virus - and yes, I am compromised, already- and that I prolly won't make it. Good times.
*~*~*
For the love of all that's left, get out and vote.
*~*~*
Interesting and horrible-but-good? that the pollution has been so reduced over China that you can actually see it. It's the earth, shrugging us off in self-defense.
No joking around, no trying to be clever, srsly.
Some tiny, still-glowing kernel inside me feels that I should be documenting..this..something..Like it's the last days, for real-for real; for me, at least. So dramatic. Too dramatic, really, for this actual, gradual, long-slow-draining-of-everything I'm sinking in, and have been, for some time. Nothing has any colour, any flavour - nothing really gets me excited, anymore. Just getting the fuck out of bed is a notion filled with ever-simmering-in-the-background, ever-complex possibly-imaginary pitfalls and on EVERY level, my anxiety is off the charts, and has begun to affect my health.
*~*~*
Got tickets to an upcoming, 'The Musical Box' show - March 20th -- and hope that large public gatherings will still be allowed, then. And still cannot believe that that is even a consideration, but I FOREWENT (is that a word?) KRAFTWERK TIX FOR JULY. KRAFTWERK. BECAUSE....WELL...By July, who KNOWS where we will be? Dropped a bit of a wad on the tickets, but was glad I was able and SO GLAD to support this group - they're amazing, and I'm so glad that someone still values this absolutely beautiful art and *that very magical time* when peter gabriel helmed Genesis. Bless him, he just turned 70. ♥
Ha. It just occurred to me that pg-Genesis is maybe the polar opposite of Kraftwerk. Interesting.
But I listened to, 'Stagnation' by pg-Genesis and it made me cry, it was so beautiful - liEk, my soul ACHED from starvation, for it. It had been too long.
And a shout-out to my brother, Rob, for whom I am grateful every day. He's so fucking cool and doesn't even really know it, and is MOST underrated. I wouldn't even have KNOWN about the M Box show, if not for him - and he is liEk, the perfect live-performance partner. And, quite frankly, my Ride Or Die - and prolly the ONE person I can actually count on. For so many things. He was totally down for Kraftwerk, but...well...we'll see.
*~*~*
Scary but not shocking - the coronavirus cases out at the Kirkland, WA nursing home - guess who owns them?
Guess who I work for?
IF I still have a job for calling off, last night, that is.
Tomorrow is going to be HORRIBLE. Not just the daily horror of being the only aide on a wing of almost forty. That's been the new normal for some time. Not the ever-looming weight of unfairly-skewed-against-night-shift management always looking over your shoulder and snapping at your heels - remember those mean, petty girls in high school? That's what I work for, now.
But my nurse friend, S - who left months ago to deal with leukemia - is coming in to clean out her locker. She really thought she was coming back to work, but..no. Brain tumour, now. Speechless. Do not know if I can handle seeing her. Honestly. I tried to call her several times and she got back to me once, but the third time I called, her phone message had been changed by her husband and she never got back to me and I just figured that that didn't bode well and that she sure didn't need me bugging her. So, TREMENDOUS guilt for not trying HARDER. IDk, what could I do? Barge? Later on, I could have...SHOULD have. Idk, I'm just babbling, at this point, here, but I really feel terrible. And my GOD, I feel like I'm going to be saying goodbye, tomorrow. I can't stand it.
The fact is, I've seen so Goddamned much agony and death, that I PULL BACK, now, when I know it's coming. Trying to shield myself, when it's not ABOUT me. I hate it, but cannot NOT do it. So much regret, but I'm sadly, only human and maybe less than-, now. Ever since Norm L.'s death, really. He was squeezing my hand so tightly, his nails dug into his skin and then, his head just basically exploded. Blood filling the 02 mask, out his eyes, his ears..and I will never forget the look in his eyes.
And I know I've said this dozens..prolly hundreds..of times, over the past almost twenty years, but what am I going to do if I lose my job?
Working for them is horrible. Not working for them is horrible.
D'ya know they count the isolation gowns and masks, now, too? And that I have to actually number the cups I give out to residents for drinks? I've noticed a GLARING reduction in ppe supplies, and gee, doesn't that just make you feel safe? I've put on gloves and my hands have gone right through them..I've heard nurses say in jest that we probably all have MRSA and C-Diff, anyway, from working there.
I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I *will* get this virus - and yes, I am compromised, already- and that I prolly won't make it. Good times.
*~*~*
For the love of all that's left, get out and vote.
*~*~*
Interesting and horrible-but-good? that the pollution has been so reduced over China that you can actually see it. It's the earth, shrugging us off in self-defense.
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Jul. 28th, 2019 06:49 pmSpent Saturday early morning at the ER. Cannot believe the total freakin' agony, wth. Got x-rays, and no fractures, but extreme osteoarthritis from just under the middle of my spine all the way to the tailbone. The guy said he didn't know how I was walking. Same. Even with what they gave me, it takes me about ten minutes to just get to the bathroom - and most of that time is trying to stand up from the bed.
Have to call the Osteo tomorrow for an appointment and an MRI. SO - even though there's no fractures, there HAS to be some sort of disk issue; the pain is RIDICULOUS. I've got a muscle relaxer and an anti-inflammatory, but they only go so far.
There is NOTHING they can do for the arthritis, and I cannot believe that this is the rest of my life, like this; living from pill to pill. We'll see what the osteo has to say, I really don't know.
During the x-ray, instead of cussing, I screamed, 'Mercy STREET!', as one does, and the x-ray tech goggled. He actually KNEW the song - - loves Peter Gabriel - - and sang a bit of it, to me. <3 FWIW, he took one look at my x-ray and said, "I can see EXACTLY where you're hurting."
Have to call the Osteo tomorrow for an appointment and an MRI. SO - even though there's no fractures, there HAS to be some sort of disk issue; the pain is RIDICULOUS. I've got a muscle relaxer and an anti-inflammatory, but they only go so far.
There is NOTHING they can do for the arthritis, and I cannot believe that this is the rest of my life, like this; living from pill to pill. We'll see what the osteo has to say, I really don't know.
During the x-ray, instead of cussing, I screamed, 'Mercy STREET!', as one does, and the x-ray tech goggled. He actually KNEW the song - - loves Peter Gabriel - - and sang a bit of it, to me. <3 FWIW, he took one look at my x-ray and said, "I can see EXACTLY where you're hurting."
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Jun. 20th, 2019 08:40 amRest in peace, my dear little Peaches - - aka Miss Honeybrook. Yes, God sees you - and yes, you're a good girl. I will miss you every single night. <3
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Jan. 6th, 2019 08:33 am How do I hate thee, facebook - let me count the ways..I won't, not here in this Sanctum..
Work. Astonishing, even for there. You CANNOT mandate personnel to stay for staffing issues (IE: When ppl show up and they're not on the schedule, but you're so desperate for help, you let them stay AND GIVE THEM OFF THE NEXT DAY as a bribe...BUT NOT TAKE THEM OFF THE SCHEDULE - on purpose? a show for the state survey? didja just forget?).
And you CANNOT just throw random bonuses at EXHAUSTED people - like off-hand scraps, to dogs, at your random whim and leisure - and imagine for a *second* that we do not have lives outside of the place, or are so impoverished and money-hungry - just brainless, ghostly meat, trudging the hallways - that we'll just abandon the world and reality to JUMP.
And then throw a tantrum when we don't.
So insulting.
And while I'm ON it, you need to make with the fucking evaluations and yearly raises. It will be a YEAR, this upcoming February, since I've had one.
It's so hardcore that my nurse friend, C, actually broke her foot and JUST KEPT WORKING...a double - - and, as a result, will now be out until MAY.
In News of the Fabulous, Singapore is putting ATMs in their shopping centers - using Bitcoin and Litecoin!
*uncorks champagne
Work. Astonishing, even for there. You CANNOT mandate personnel to stay for staffing issues (IE: When ppl show up and they're not on the schedule, but you're so desperate for help, you let them stay AND GIVE THEM OFF THE NEXT DAY as a bribe...BUT NOT TAKE THEM OFF THE SCHEDULE - on purpose? a show for the state survey? didja just forget?).
And you CANNOT just throw random bonuses at EXHAUSTED people - like off-hand scraps, to dogs, at your random whim and leisure - and imagine for a *second* that we do not have lives outside of the place, or are so impoverished and money-hungry - just brainless, ghostly meat, trudging the hallways - that we'll just abandon the world and reality to JUMP.
And then throw a tantrum when we don't.
So insulting.
And while I'm ON it, you need to make with the fucking evaluations and yearly raises. It will be a YEAR, this upcoming February, since I've had one.
It's so hardcore that my nurse friend, C, actually broke her foot and JUST KEPT WORKING...a double - - and, as a result, will now be out until MAY.
In News of the Fabulous, Singapore is putting ATMs in their shopping centers - using Bitcoin and Litecoin!
*uncorks champagne
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Apr. 11th, 2018 10:43 amOMG - Happy Birthday, fuji_fujiwara!
*struggling to hold on to money for plane ticket for Hyde Park (still several hundred dollars short) - April is the worst month, with car insurance AND taxes
*becoming increasingly isolated, both by choice AND circumstance
*doubting Spring will ever arrive
*vitamin d! yoga! put your money where your mouth is!
*'I drink to our ruined house, to the pain of my life, to our loneliness, together.' - from the russian poem, 'The Last Toast', as translated by Brian McCook on the podcast, 'Whimsically Volatile', Episode 3, 'Discipline'
*my ringtone for work:
*struggling to hold on to money for plane ticket for Hyde Park (still several hundred dollars short) - April is the worst month, with car insurance AND taxes
*becoming increasingly isolated, both by choice AND circumstance
*doubting Spring will ever arrive
*vitamin d! yoga! put your money where your mouth is!
*'I drink to our ruined house, to the pain of my life, to our loneliness, together.' - from the russian poem, 'The Last Toast', as translated by Brian McCook on the podcast, 'Whimsically Volatile', Episode 3, 'Discipline'
*my ringtone for work:
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Nov. 8th, 2017 04:21 pmSo, here we are - up at the ungodly hour of four-thirty in the afternoon, drinking iced coffee in the damp and chill. After yesterday's Daytime-with-the-Normals festivities, my sleep schedule is totally out of synch, again - but what else is new? I bounce back. I always do. Glad to be off work, tonight, though, for sure.
Still pining a bit for the salad days of LJ.
John T. O, for what might have been. If you could bottle positivity like his, I'd be first in line to buy it. No, this is not another Bernard - no one could be Bernard - so I've caught myself, in time. I do know that he depends on me - a fact that both makes me proud and pisses me off; I know we have no staff, but he is constantly ignored and avoided because dealing with him physically is so very difficult; SO SICK of coming in to find him in a piss-filled bed (lying there with his legs crossed like he's lounging on the beach, mind you; usually nekkid as a jaybird); do NOT get me started - so I'm honor-bound to be dependable, and I am. But those eyes, that smile, that BRAIN, that PERSONALITY. Whywhywhywhywhy..no one can make me laugh like him, and O, so few - anywhere - get my odd-ball pop-culture references - - IE: The Question of the Day was, 'Kirk or Picard?' His answer? 'TJ HOOKER' - and that, my friends, was that. Don't get me started.
"You treat me like I'm normal."
I know he rings his bell for nonsense just to get me in there - "I knew you'd come.", "My sock fell off.", "I forget what I rang for.", etc - but that's okay. We could talk for hours - about everything from music to cartoons to Popeye's Chicken to travel to politics to, "Goodnight, Moon" - and I HATE to see such a lively mind go to waste in that boring-assed anti-stimuli DEADENING environment. Trust me, he aint interested in Bingo...yet, one can only watch so much television, and his room mate is a nightmare. I've lent him Stephen Colbert's second book (it had been passed around for a long time, and was recently returned to me) - and he's enjoying it. Of course, he is.
Fighting to get him stronger pain meds. And, happy to say, at my insistence on getting him washed up and dressed EVERY SINGLE DAY - he's been getting to the buffet in the mornings, and was so proud to tell me that he's gained a pound. ♥
This season of, 'American Horror Story' - yay or nay? It's the scariest one, yet, in my opinion. With all this Game of Throne-ery, of late, I've lost interest in so many shows that I once loved to stream (still refuse to get tv)..Riverdale, Gotham, Inkmaster, Ancient Aliens...I know I can go back and binge, but right now, I'm just exhausting everything I can find on youtube about that Littlefinger guy and that guy that plays him..
Also - don't forget! Tomorrow is Sagan Day! Still miss you, Carl - wish you were here to have your say on..the times in which we live ♥
Still pining a bit for the salad days of LJ.
John T. O, for what might have been. If you could bottle positivity like his, I'd be first in line to buy it. No, this is not another Bernard - no one could be Bernard - so I've caught myself, in time. I do know that he depends on me - a fact that both makes me proud and pisses me off; I know we have no staff, but he is constantly ignored and avoided because dealing with him physically is so very difficult; SO SICK of coming in to find him in a piss-filled bed (lying there with his legs crossed like he's lounging on the beach, mind you; usually nekkid as a jaybird); do NOT get me started - so I'm honor-bound to be dependable, and I am. But those eyes, that smile, that BRAIN, that PERSONALITY. Whywhywhywhywhy..no one can make me laugh like him, and O, so few - anywhere - get my odd-ball pop-culture references - - IE: The Question of the Day was, 'Kirk or Picard?' His answer? 'TJ HOOKER' - and that, my friends, was that. Don't get me started.
"You treat me like I'm normal."
I know he rings his bell for nonsense just to get me in there - "I knew you'd come.", "My sock fell off.", "I forget what I rang for.", etc - but that's okay. We could talk for hours - about everything from music to cartoons to Popeye's Chicken to travel to politics to, "Goodnight, Moon" - and I HATE to see such a lively mind go to waste in that boring-assed anti-stimuli DEADENING environment. Trust me, he aint interested in Bingo...yet, one can only watch so much television, and his room mate is a nightmare. I've lent him Stephen Colbert's second book (it had been passed around for a long time, and was recently returned to me) - and he's enjoying it. Of course, he is.
Fighting to get him stronger pain meds. And, happy to say, at my insistence on getting him washed up and dressed EVERY SINGLE DAY - he's been getting to the buffet in the mornings, and was so proud to tell me that he's gained a pound. ♥
This season of, 'American Horror Story' - yay or nay? It's the scariest one, yet, in my opinion. With all this Game of Throne-ery, of late, I've lost interest in so many shows that I once loved to stream (still refuse to get tv)..Riverdale, Gotham, Inkmaster, Ancient Aliens...I know I can go back and binge, but right now, I'm just exhausting everything I can find on youtube about that Littlefinger guy and that guy that plays him..
Also - don't forget! Tomorrow is Sagan Day! Still miss you, Carl - wish you were here to have your say on..the times in which we live ♥
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Jan. 22nd, 2017 07:39 amAwwww, my dear, dear friend.
Miss Sue P, with the beautiful freckly face (I can see you solemnly and precisely pointing out each scar and how it happened) and lively hazel eyes and that smile - that smile! - that just lit the whole room - Where do I even @#$%^ begin?
SO much love.
So forward-thinking; just a beautiful, wise and enlightened soul - I'm so fortunate to have met you. So tough, you'd been through SO much, and yet, you were so fragile. Such a tender heart. And yet...h i l a r i o u s; I remember when you told that new orient that you'd just gotten out of prison and she believed you! L O L + infinity. You were never just a resident. You were my friend. Damn, Girl.
From the deep, deep south and 92 years old..you literally screamed and clutched your pearls when you found out my mother was possibly voting for..That Thing...And Pox 'News' gave you nightmares..I will miss you so very much; I'm just @#$%^ absolutely gutted - and yet, happy for you. I will miss our talks - about God or the lack thereof; of becoming stars - I remember your eyes, round with the wonder of a child, as I made, 'tinklyfingers' when we talked about molecules rising...sparkling. I was privileged to be witness to this, your epiphany, and it came at such a perfect time - always like that with you. In synch, and both of us with a touch of 'the gift', lol..I remember your nightmare about a plane crashing..two? three? days before my trip...dun dun dun..and your stories about growing up and picking berries; I can hear the cicadas buzzing.
When you spoke, I always heard a little of my grandmother in your sweet twangy accent, and you knew that ♥
I know you and Miss Reenie are dancin' it up with those men in the trees..
Miss Sue P, with the beautiful freckly face (I can see you solemnly and precisely pointing out each scar and how it happened) and lively hazel eyes and that smile - that smile! - that just lit the whole room - Where do I even @#$%^ begin?
SO much love.
So forward-thinking; just a beautiful, wise and enlightened soul - I'm so fortunate to have met you. So tough, you'd been through SO much, and yet, you were so fragile. Such a tender heart. And yet...h i l a r i o u s; I remember when you told that new orient that you'd just gotten out of prison and she believed you! L O L + infinity. You were never just a resident. You were my friend. Damn, Girl.
From the deep, deep south and 92 years old..you literally screamed and clutched your pearls when you found out my mother was possibly voting for..That Thing...And Pox 'News' gave you nightmares..I will miss you so very much; I'm just @#$%^ absolutely gutted - and yet, happy for you. I will miss our talks - about God or the lack thereof; of becoming stars - I remember your eyes, round with the wonder of a child, as I made, 'tinklyfingers' when we talked about molecules rising...sparkling. I was privileged to be witness to this, your epiphany, and it came at such a perfect time - always like that with you. In synch, and both of us with a touch of 'the gift', lol..I remember your nightmare about a plane crashing..two? three? days before my trip...dun dun dun..and your stories about growing up and picking berries; I can hear the cicadas buzzing.
When you spoke, I always heard a little of my grandmother in your sweet twangy accent, and you knew that ♥
I know you and Miss Reenie are dancin' it up with those men in the trees..
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Jul. 19th, 2016 07:14 amI reallyreallyreallyreally don't want to jinx myself, but I talked to my new DON, this morning and we're gonna work out my schedule so that I can go see Kraftwerk
Reallyreally testing my value, here..
Reallyreally testing my value, here..
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Jun. 12th, 2016 08:23 amThis is *so* funny.
You all know how I have to wait 'til payday to get my car fixed...and am having to beg rides to work and back and everywhere inbetween....WELL. My friend and coworker, Marlene, drove me this morning, and as she was dropping me off said, "Enjoy your time off!" - and I'm liEk, "What time off? One day.." To which she answered, "No - you have vacation, this week."
Now, I never, ever look at our schedules when they come out, as my schedule never, ever changes.
Apparently, I took off this week, until Thursday *BACK IN DECEMBER*, 'in case' I could afford Cure tickets....AND FORGOT.
LOL.
Couldn't have come at a better time! Hilarious!
You all know how I have to wait 'til payday to get my car fixed...and am having to beg rides to work and back and everywhere inbetween....WELL. My friend and coworker, Marlene, drove me this morning, and as she was dropping me off said, "Enjoy your time off!" - and I'm liEk, "What time off? One day.." To which she answered, "No - you have vacation, this week."
Now, I never, ever look at our schedules when they come out, as my schedule never, ever changes.
Apparently, I took off this week, until Thursday *BACK IN DECEMBER*, 'in case' I could afford Cure tickets....AND FORGOT.
LOL.
Couldn't have come at a better time! Hilarious!
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May. 30th, 2016 09:35 pmGetting down to the wire, here, with this #$%^&* trip. It's cost me way-y-y too much to be worth it.
So, of course, my computer's self-destructing and the clutch burned out of my car.
Oh, and you haven't LIVED until you've given CPR to someone who's obviously already long-passed..
So, of course, my computer's self-destructing and the clutch burned out of my car.
Oh, and you haven't LIVED until you've given CPR to someone who's obviously already long-passed..
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May. 21st, 2016 10:01 amThanks for the congrats, my friends - this is going to be *interesting* -
- flying with my co-winners and Le BigWigs for an overnight/banquet in New Bedford, Mass. onSimon's birthday June 1 - 2. Got to get a haircut and some clothes and borrow some luggage, YIKES. It was insane. I was so tired that I could barely see straight, and they literally had to have me retake my picture, last night, because my eyes were so bloodshot. Horrifying. This is not fun for me, but I am the first night-shifter there to get this - ever - so I gotta represent. Everyone was cheering and hugging me and they literally STUFFED the ballot box because the same little blonde Barbie dolls people get it every year. Hilariously, they had no CHOICE, this year.
We were told, 'What happens in New Bedford, stays in New Bedford.' - and that there will be drinking...REEK, REEK, REEK, REEK!
And yet - all I want to do is hang out and watch these lovely Periscopes of the CureTour!
- flying with my co-winners and Le BigWigs for an overnight/banquet in New Bedford, Mass. on
We were told, 'What happens in New Bedford, stays in New Bedford.' - and that there will be drinking...REEK, REEK, REEK, REEK!
And yet - all I want to do is hang out and watch these lovely Periscopes of the CureTour!
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May. 18th, 2016 02:58 pmI just won CNA of the Year. Bzuh. Aint even gonna lie - it felt GOOD.
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Feb. 20th, 2016 07:47 amFrom the WTF Files:
This morning, not one, but TWO ppl talking Merc/Gemini/Apollo with me. You never know.
a) Andy at work, whom I've always liked. Taurus on the edge of Gemini. He was helping me lug this gigantic laundry bag, and the conversation just..what..from his enormous collection of model trains, from all eras and memorabilia - the pictures! - and his experience actually driving them and being impressed (?) that I knew about Ravenglass, UK, lol - to his Civil War reenactment experience and battlefield ghosts of Gettysburg. We talked for half an hour, LOL - and then I said, "Well, MY area of expertise is early manned space - Mercury/Gemini/Apollo.." And he TRIED to 'quiz' me..asking about Wernher Von Braun and Project Paperclip and DERP, WHAT WAS THE TYPE OF ROCKET THE MERCURY PROGRAM USED, AND WHAT WAS ITS ORIGINAL PURPOSE (Atlas, and originally a missile, blah blah), Come now, Andy - ask me something HARD...LOL. So, then it went on to, 'Kids today know nothing of these guys, and all they did, and there's only one Mercury boy left, and and and..' Dang. You never know.
b) Random guy at the convenience store, re: my patches on my bag. O M G. Another half hour, ranging from the manned space program to Bob Lazar/Area 51 to stealth tech to Project Indoctrination. What.
Both said, "We should hang out." L O L
I'm such a guy. I love surprises like this. This shit NEVER happens to me.
This morning, not one, but TWO ppl talking Merc/Gemini/Apollo with me. You never know.
a) Andy at work, whom I've always liked. Taurus on the edge of Gemini. He was helping me lug this gigantic laundry bag, and the conversation just..what..from his enormous collection of model trains, from all eras and memorabilia - the pictures! - and his experience actually driving them and being impressed (?) that I knew about Ravenglass, UK, lol - to his Civil War reenactment experience and battlefield ghosts of Gettysburg. We talked for half an hour, LOL - and then I said, "Well, MY area of expertise is early manned space - Mercury/Gemini/Apollo.." And he TRIED to 'quiz' me..asking about Wernher Von Braun and Project Paperclip and DERP, WHAT WAS THE TYPE OF ROCKET THE MERCURY PROGRAM USED, AND WHAT WAS ITS ORIGINAL PURPOSE (Atlas, and originally a missile, blah blah), Come now, Andy - ask me something HARD...LOL. So, then it went on to, 'Kids today know nothing of these guys, and all they did, and there's only one Mercury boy left, and and and..' Dang. You never know.
b) Random guy at the convenience store, re: my patches on my bag. O M G. Another half hour, ranging from the manned space program to Bob Lazar/Area 51 to stealth tech to Project Indoctrination. What.
Both said, "We should hang out." L O L
I'm such a guy. I love surprises like this. This shit NEVER happens to me.
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Sep. 17th, 2015 01:02 amOkay - talk me down, ppl.
I talked to an amazing couple from Texas at the grocery store and am seriously thinking about becoming a....trucker.
WTF is holding me, here?
Yeah, I'm terrified of semis, in general - but the money. The Life on the Road - I would love it. Annnnnnd the money. At the rate I'm going...where I'm at - with most places being the same horrific, degrading, hardcore stress-filled, no-thanks, safety-violation-filled crap - - this may be a viable option to, a) save actual money to retire, b) preserve what's left of my health - and back/hip, in particular. The arthritis is really getting the best of me, lately - and with winter, coming..
There's just no way to work full-time, doing what I'm doing, where I do it - and do nursing school. I know. Time to face it, though.
She did say to wait until spring, because that's when most classes start - ? - sounds good; she also said what companies to watch out for...and SHE was the driver, in the family. Not the husband. HER.
So. You never know. Yee haw.
I talked to an amazing couple from Texas at the grocery store and am seriously thinking about becoming a....trucker.
WTF is holding me, here?
Yeah, I'm terrified of semis, in general - but the money. The Life on the Road - I would love it. Annnnnnd the money. At the rate I'm going...where I'm at - with most places being the same horrific, degrading, hardcore stress-filled, no-thanks, safety-violation-filled crap - - this may be a viable option to, a) save actual money to retire, b) preserve what's left of my health - and back/hip, in particular. The arthritis is really getting the best of me, lately - and with winter, coming..
There's just no way to work full-time, doing what I'm doing, where I do it - and do nursing school. I know. Time to face it, though.
She did say to wait until spring, because that's when most classes start - ? - sounds good; she also said what companies to watch out for...and SHE was the driver, in the family. Not the husband. HER.
So. You never know. Yee haw.
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