Well, let's see how to put all of this. The golden child states they don't think they can afford to fly their responsibility back to the Left coast, surprise! The other grandparent had no clue either as to how the responsibility was getting back as both of hers initially said they would fly and now both say they don't want to. Once again its up to us to contact the other party, make the arrangements and make sure that everything gets paid for. I will ask this question once again, how is it that one can work for six months, not pay any bills and have no money in their pocket or bank account?
We were told (in secret) that this week the little sisters of satan would be cutting jobs or hours. I just love how this religious affiliated healthcare organization lives the tenets they claim to espouse. With everything I have to keep paid and on top of the last thing I need is to worry about having a job. The last time we went through this they cut our jobs, offered us new ones at fewer hours and let us make up the shortfall in pay by working more hours on call. Now we think they will cut the hours enough to force some of us to quit. This will mean the few left will work more hours, more call and less time to rest.
Where in the world would you live if you could? What I mean is that you could make enough to support yourself, have a place to live and not have to do the daily grind. Everyone has a dream of escaping from their boomerang children, tyrant boss, endless taxation and/or ever increasing sense of hopelessness. If this life, the one we are living right now is all that there is or will ever be then why do we continue to go on? I'm not talking about suicide or having an emotional breakdown. What I'm saying is why not eject from this workers paradise, this American dream of getting rich. How about living somewhere small with less stress and more life? Each day we wakeup, wade through the mud and crawl into the trenches to fight for what? We might get to keep thirty to forty percent of our earned income, that is after we have paid all the direct and indirect taxes. It's just not worth it any more.
Then when it comes to supporting ticks, you know those nasty little parasites that suck the life blood out of us. Those sweet little things that we once held and looked upon with love and hope for the future. That now only want their lives to be like a television show or Hollywood magazine story. Their futures start and stop at the ends of their collective noses.
All of this is contributing to my burnout and I am ready to make a break for it. How about you?
We were told (in secret) that this week the little sisters of satan would be cutting jobs or hours. I just love how this religious affiliated healthcare organization lives the tenets they claim to espouse. With everything I have to keep paid and on top of the last thing I need is to worry about having a job. The last time we went through this they cut our jobs, offered us new ones at fewer hours and let us make up the shortfall in pay by working more hours on call. Now we think they will cut the hours enough to force some of us to quit. This will mean the few left will work more hours, more call and less time to rest.
Where in the world would you live if you could? What I mean is that you could make enough to support yourself, have a place to live and not have to do the daily grind. Everyone has a dream of escaping from their boomerang children, tyrant boss, endless taxation and/or ever increasing sense of hopelessness. If this life, the one we are living right now is all that there is or will ever be then why do we continue to go on? I'm not talking about suicide or having an emotional breakdown. What I'm saying is why not eject from this workers paradise, this American dream of getting rich. How about living somewhere small with less stress and more life? Each day we wakeup, wade through the mud and crawl into the trenches to fight for what? We might get to keep thirty to forty percent of our earned income, that is after we have paid all the direct and indirect taxes. It's just not worth it any more.
Then when it comes to supporting ticks, you know those nasty little parasites that suck the life blood out of us. Those sweet little things that we once held and looked upon with love and hope for the future. That now only want their lives to be like a television show or Hollywood magazine story. Their futures start and stop at the ends of their collective noses.
All of this is contributing to my burnout and I am ready to make a break for it. How about you?
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