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October 29, 2009

Windy = Sleepy

The past couple of nights the wind has kicked up something fierce. Last night I don't think I slept for more than four hours total. Between Phoebe crying at the shadows moving on the ceiling and the window rattling I was a mess this morning. Cue the puffy eyes. This morning I managed to pour four spoonfuls of Splendra into my coffee before realizing. Actually, I didn't realize until my first sip. GAH!

Tomorrow night Jake and I head out to do some family time with my brother and sister and their wonderful family. I have been looking forward to this since we first made the plan. Now lets see if I can find her house without a gazillion u-turns and phone calls.

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October 28, 2009

Would You Like Mayo With That H1N1?

Yesterday my coworker came back from her meeting with some live vaccine of the swine flu (taken nasally) for the doctors to take. After talking about it needing to be refrigerated she turns and pops it into... wait for it... OUR refrigerator. Right. Next. To. My. Lunch. *blink* I did a quick "WTF" and started my protests. She agreed to at least put them into a bag. This morning the doctors shuffle in and she starts handing them out. They sit down, open the thing and use the vial. First, it drips out of their nose and onto the floor. Then the first doctor starts to toss the vial into my trash. MY trash. Fuck that noise. I scream out, "WAIT!!!!" and look at my coworker.

Me: "There's GOT to be a sharps container around here. No way is that something that should be discarded into the trash."
Her: "Oh. We don't. I don't see the prob..."
Me: "I do! It's dripping out. It's open. It's NOT sitting near me."
Her: "Okay, I'll place them into a cup and take them across the street."

The rest of the day was a battle between me being uncomfortable and her making me feel like it was no big deal. Food sitting next live viruses, sealed or not, creeps me out. It's not healthy, not sanitary and not appropriate. Anyway... At least I won the battle of the sharps container. *hoists flag up*

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October 22, 2009

1st Gamerchix Night: Success!

Last night I was able to be involved in my first Gamerchix Game Night. I've been dying to do this since I first started playing, but they always played games that I either didn't have or sucked at. Gamerchix is a group with XBLive that is just for girls. It was created to give women a place to go where they could play without being harassed by some of the more childish/rude members that sometimes pop up. There's nothing more annoying than jumping into a game only to have some guy ask if you want to see his penis. *rolls eyes* It's also a great way to get more women playing which is a win-win situation for XBLive. The members are all super cool and while they do set up Gamerchix nights that doesn't mean they shy away from the main XBLive forums or multiplayer games. I always laugh when threads pop up bashing the idea, as if it's not needed. A few guys will hop on and say they're always respectful, etc... If more people were I totally agree that it wouldn't be needed. Unfortunately the guys who feel slighted aren't the ones sending pictures of their dicks to random women or asking to see them naked.

Anyway, last night I played Brutal Legend with a super cool chick who is actually semi local. We've already planned on another game night together. I know I'll never be the hardcore gamer that some of these people are, but it's good to feel like I'm finally able to play decent enough to know what to do. Sorta. Kinda Maybe.

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October 21, 2009

Pedestrian Courtesy

Come on, folks, it's not that hard to do. Every day I have to go through a four way stop to get to and from the parking lot at work. Across, and over... it's that simple. Not. Anyone who's ever visited Southern California knows that there is some sort of mental block on how to use a four way stop. It's to the point of being comical (or infuriating if you're Jake). Add pedestrians who don't understand (or care about) how it works and you've got a daily annoyance on your hands. Me? I look to see who pulled up first and walk the other way. Anyone else either walks or stands there, flagging everyone by. Yeah... the latter of the two will NEVER get home.

Last night it was everyone leave on time day. Instead of the usual group walking they chose to just randomly walk on both sides. This made it so no one could drive. Enter the honking drivers. By the time I got across to the parking lot it looked as if there was going to be some sort of brawl. Helpful hint to the pedestrians: You'd lose.

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October 20, 2009

But... The Bed's So Comfy!

I don't get it. Lately the bags under my eyes never go away and I feel tired all the time. I sleep much better than before and yet still feel tired when I wake up. Maybe it's the weather. Just to show that we have such deep and romantic conversations while chatting at work:


Jake: No idea why I'm so tired. Blarrghhhh
Me: I'm tired too
Jake: Tired of my shit
Me: You bastard
Me: You took my line
Jake: ;_________________________;


Meanwhile Jake's mother once again proved she's a tad on the self centered side. Sunday Jake's mom calls and he answers the phone. He gets this "WTF" look on his face and says, "It's... tomorrow." I burst out laughing with an "Oh no she didn't" type laugh. You know... short but really really loud. His mom quips 'Well I'm glad I could make y'all laugh' and they chat for a bit. He spent the rest of the day annoyed but with good reason. It's not like she shot out a fucking basketball team. ONE son. ONE kid's birthday to remember. Needless to say he said he didn't want to do anything for his birthday. Luckily his coworkers came to the rescue and gave him some nice gifts. Between that and his friends sending him birthday wishes he was up for dinner by the end of the day. I gave Jake his presents early (of course) so we went out to the Cheesecake Factory. Not as fancy as usual but the bills hit us hard this month. I'm still really pissed at his mom. I guess she figured the early call was enough and never called him on his birthday. No card either. She hasn't sent him a present since the Christmas after he moved here. Even then she made such a deal out of having to do this that he told her to not even bother. If he needed something he'd save up for it himself. She took that as him being 'uppity'. I say he was tired of listening to her shit. Either way it gave her the green light to not send him cards (or send them much later) or buy him gifts. Gifts don't have to be expensive. It's from the heart. Whatever. I just hate that she's pulling this selfish bullshit on her only son and he's left to try and dodge the lingering effects. For the most part I bite my tongue but one of these days she and I are going to have it out. Selfish cow...

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October 16, 2009

Do You Hear That sucking Noise?

Yeah, that's my day. Every patient had a problem and every doctor had to make it more difficult than it was. I was hung up on, yelled at and jumping through hoops just to smooth things over. This weekend I'm hiding.

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October 15, 2009

Rainy Day

One day of rain and people go nuts. We heard fire trucks all night, picking up morons who can't seem to lift their foot off of the gas pedal when the rain hits. It's as if they don't get the rain = slick roads bit. Like many other things, common sense eludes the common Californian driver. I don't know whether to laugh at the idiocy or shake my head at the fact I am a native Californian and manage to drive in the rain without wrapping my car around some pole. The best part about the rain is how clean my car looked. The worst part? After the rain stops how my car suddenly looks even worse. it's like someone dumped a bucket of muck on it. So much for not washing the car.

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October 13, 2009

Snarky Much

I loathe when people start talking to me as if they are over me and can order me around. Remember that guy who told me my job duties were changing? Yeah... so he starts up again today. This time he sends me a request for a procedure. I call him and he informs me it will be 'part of my new duties'. Mind you, they haven't said shit to my boss about this. When he explains what he expects me to do he adds that it's 'clerical work' he shouldn't have to do. Meaning... that's my job. After practically biting my tongue off I told him that until it was discussed with my boss and they decided that it was an appropriate change he should continue to do this. Fucker... I messaged my boss but she was busy so I explained that it was just bullying and I'd talk to her about it when she had a moment.

On the home front we have TWO games that came in today. Brutal Legend and Uncharted 2. Seeing as it is part of Jake's birthday present he gets the honor of playing first (damn it). Ironically the games came just as I finished Crackdown so at least I'll have a new game to play. I'm still waiting for Assassin's Creed 2 to come out. THAT baby is all mine to start off with. I love being in a gamer house.

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October 09, 2009

Twenty Two Years, Baby!

Today marks my 22nd anniversary at my job. That's right... Twenty two years. I remember when I first started at UCLA. I worked in Patient Escort and thought about going into nursing. I figured it would be a perfect way to test the waters and have an inside lead on future jobs. A few weeks later I arrived on a floor to take an elderly lady down to radiology. I helped her into the wheelchair and rolled her to the nursing station to get the medical records. As we came up to the counter I heard her say, "Ooh noo..." and peered over her shoulder. Her IV line was bleeding and she was wiggling it. Her skin was so thin you could see the needle underneath. I fainted. A nurse, who was bringing the chart to me, caught me as I fell to the floor. I thought I lost my job and any future at UCLA. Luckily the nurse didn't say anything and I wheeled the lady to her destination, staring straight ahead.

Through the years I changed departments, moving up and learning more and more. My current position is all sorts of awesome and one I don't see myself moving from for a long time. I've met so many people here and made so many friends. I've watched residents graduate and become staff, staff get older and retire. There have been bumps and people that made work less than fun. But overall I've loved my job here. It's funny to say that. I can gripe about the time, look forward to leaving and wish on the weekend. In between I'm laughing, working and helping. While my dreams of nursing have long since gone away my desire to help others has always been there. I may not have an MD or RN behind my name but at the end of the day I can go home feeling good about helping someone. Here's to twenty two years and looking forward to more.

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October 08, 2009

Pity Pot... Here We Come

Yes, I realize that I am PMSing. It doesn't help. I'm feeling like an outsider. Like I'm one of the wall flower kids that aren't hip enough to hang out with the cool kids. I try to joke, to to chat, try to mix in. Lately it's more miss than hit. I'm trying not to feel old. Trying to dodge that 'get off my lawn' stage that everyone hits at some point. Before it was no problem. The age didn't matter. Now I feel like I'm almost begging to be a part of the group. It's not a pretty site. I dunno. Maybe it's a mixture of PMS, my family re-establishing ties, old friends, meeting new friends and Jake and I working through normal relationship issues. I dunno. I just want to find a comfort zone in all this and it's not happening. Last but not least... the holidays. They always make me funky. I'd love to toss the covers over my head and just hide, but I don't think it would fly at work. At least I'd be warm...

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October 06, 2009

Me? Paranoid? Naaaaah

Job security is so important these days. If they can find a way to do with less they will. My reports were an ace in the hole for me. No one did them and no one wanted to do them. With the holidays coming up I emailed my boss to ask for time off. Her response was that those are highly sought after days but if I could cross train my coworker she'd say yes. Cross train. Great... first off, my report isn't easy to explain. If it were I'd have it written down and in a binder. There are so many 'off the book' checks to make it's a pain to even explain. My coworker insists that she doesn't like doing this sort of thing and my boss said we'd work perfectly together because I do the tasks they hate to do. Wait, what? I understand she was trying to sound like she's not going to take my job from me and all... but don't make me sound like I clean up the elephant shit at a Circus. I LIKE my job. I LIKE to do reports. Asshole...

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October 05, 2009

Movie Night x 2

with Jake recuperating with a mystery hip pain (possibly a pulled sciatica) we stayed in and had a double dose of movie night. I really miss our date nights so this was a special treat. Saturday night we watched Crank 2 (hilarious) and Sunday we watched Trick R Treat (awesomeness!). In between I played Crackdown with a friend and basically lounged about. His hip is feeling better so we're back on with the evening walks (thank goodness). Hopefully the authorization for the specialist will come in quick so we can get a clear diagnosis and treatment.

The holidays seem to be coming at a lightning speed and I have yet to even ask for time off. Hell, I don't even think we can afford to visit his folks this year. I feel bad about it since they miss him so much. Hopefully we'll be able to visit soon.

My coworker temporarily changed her work days so she's off on Mondays. It's nice to have the office to myself again. I don't mind her but I don't completely trust her either. Not in a 'she's after my job' sort of way, but more of a 'she wants to control my job' route. I can tell that she fights off telling me what to do. Part of it is from her being yanked as a supervisor to a glorified secretary. Part is that she just loves to boss people around. Either way I'm not going to allow that bullshit to start. I spent too many years working my way up to have someone decide they're going to be my boss because they want to order someone around.

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October 02, 2009

Vague Much?

This morning I get a call from this guy that I have to work with to get my patients admitted (IE: I can't tell to FOAD if I want my job to work). He announces that my job duties are going to change. Mind you, he doesn't even work in my department. When I ask what he means he responded, "I can't tell you". WTF!?! After asking again with the same answer I tell him that it's pretty mean to do something like this. Then I continue to politely press and he says it's coming from 'the higher ups'. Again with the vagueness. A moment later he starts to back peddle, saying it's a PROPOSAL from HIS 'higher up' (the woman that said my job was redundant on my first day on the job) and the proposal hasn't even been given to my big boss. In fact, it may not even be accepted. I was so annoyed. I dropped the subject and called my boss to find out what the deal was or if she even heard of it. Her response: "That's news to me!". After talking with her some more she added that the guy "didn't even know what my position entailed and that I didn't work for the same system" so he was basically just being a jerk. At the end she mentions having a meeting with them today and will call me by three with an update, which made it sound as if this phantom 'duty change' is still in play. I think what bothers me most is that I have been working pretty hard to make them happy and offering to help in any way to make my referrals go smoother. Having this guy announce that it's going to my big boss when I have no idea as to what it is makes me feel as if there may be something they are complaining about that they are not notifying me of. I would like to at the very least have first crack at working to fix whatever it is. Anyway... I paged my boss like she asked and have not heard back. This day is turning into a really sucky one.

Epilogue: So nothing was mentioned and he's full of shit. HAH! If it's a proposal in the future my boss assured me that the BBs stand behind me and if it's not going to be helpful to our patients they can go spit. *flexes*

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October 01, 2009

I'm Hipper Than Jake

At least my hips are better. Jake was doing one of his workouts today and his hip (once again) started hurting. He stopped but the pain only got worse. Three text messages later he's on his way to the X-Ray and I'm waiting to hear while at work. I'm grateful that his doctor was able to see him and schedule an xray on such short notice. Of course the waiting game on the results are going to be a bitch. Is it bad form to be teasing someone about getting old while they're in pain? With his birthday 18 days away it's perfect time to start.

Meanwhile this morning my boss showed up and told me that I'm doing a great job. She said that the big bosses love my reports and everyone stops what they're doing in meetings when the email notification pops up. Then the meeting changes to what the census is and a discussion of the numbers. I was flying high today, that's for sure.

PS: I hit my 10,000!!!!!!!! Actually, it's 10,030GP but who's counting? *grins*

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