My shrunken head...

Having just seen the shrink, I do feel that my current feels are validated.  With in the F--k do we keep on coming back to these shitholes we as employers?  We are all treated pretty much like furniture, kept in place or moved about as need dictates and when that ends, we are place on the curb for the trash heap.  The corporate maggots feed off our corpses, given we each decay a little more each day.  When we look back upon our lives, will we leave a legacy?  What will that legacy be, one of despair and regret?  I hope that mine will be the guy who threw it all away and enjoyed taking back my life.

The Tick and the significant other have announced that they are headed out of town for the weekend and we are obliged to take care of their animals.  OK, let's see.  I get to take care of their damned animals for free and pay someone competent to take care of mine.  WTF!  Of course I did not get asked but more, informed that this was to be the case.  Oh well, just another reason to throw my crap in a pile and leave.

Having spoken multiple times with the people in paradise or more likely not spoken with, I think I will still be there inside of two years.  There is never going to be a panacea and this is OK.  I will just make allowances for the different parts, the best part is a slower life style with less stress and a view to die for.

To all the corporate pukes out there, Bugger Off!

Not the fall, but the sudden stop...

It's not the fall the kills you, it's the sudden stop at the end.  Not real sure who said that but it is still true.  The same is true for what we endure each day of our lives.  Each day we find ourselves falling at some point, not literally but figuratively.  As we fall we fear all that may happen or have to deal with the harsh words, evil looks or banishment.  Then the end where punishment is meted out and we deal with the sudden stop.

The Whiney Troll is up to something, having spoken to our resident "inHuman" Resources generalist (that is bureaucratic code for Useless Corporate Toady).  The "fearless leader" is being very quiet about it, when I asked them directly all I received in reply was a "yes".  My guess is that an investigation is being done for discrimination or hostile work place or some other bullshit idea the Troll has concocted in their sick little mind.  Either way, I could not care less.  If the Mine thinks that the Troll could do what my co-worker and I do, then more power to them.

I have heard very little from the Tick of late.  It seems that someone is being asked to work long, odd hours.  Boy, who would have thought that you would have to work so much, so hard at a real job that pays real money on a regular basis?  As we have heard nothing regarding the emergent medical condition of the significant other, I can only guess that their condition turned into having HPV and nothing more.  Once again, it's not the fall, but that sudden stop at the end.

Our trip is getting closer and packing has begun.  We are nearing the thirty days to go mark and I for one am looking forward to not being here.  Even if the business plan(s) fall through, I still plan on moving there eventually.  If that means opening a bed and breakfast type of business, then that is what I shall do.  You make a plan, you implement it and then you make adjustments to the plan along the way as need dictates.  Borrowing a line from an old television show, "It's not what you fling, but the fling itself that matters"(Chris Stevens, Northern Exposure).  I may be still in free fall but I am planning on that sudden stop being in paradise.

No Life Before Coffee

There is no life before coffee, this is a universal truth that is undeniable.  The coffee maker that we have had for fifteen years is now on its last leg.  It is making funny noises and taking way too long to make that life sustaining, hot, black liquid.  I guess I will have to shell out a few bucks and replace it.  Another old friend bites the dust.

I did manage to survive my day yesterday with minimal damage.  Though I almost fell asleep multiple times sitting in my chair.  The Whiney Troll kept to their self most of the day which was heavenly.  I really should read my work email a little closer as I did not get the new student yesterday as I had thought.  Should not come today either which is just fine with me.  New students for the most part are like an extra thumb.  They seem like a good thought initially but after being constantly in the way or following you to the restroom, they are a pain.  I know, I was one once upon a time but I don't think I was quite that annoying.

Here is another one of life's truths, work SUCKS.  I just need to figure a way to get several million dollars, legally, then I won't have to mine turds in the Pope's rectum.  Play the lottery I guess but that is really long odds.  So it is back to the mine, if Saint Whats His Nuts could only see what his little charity has become.  Whatever, its off to the mine.  Hi Ho, Hi Ho.

Psychic conversations

Last night the spousal unit had a full blown melt down over crap that I had discussed with them months ago.  You know the kind of mad fit where I never said this or this is the first time I've heard that... I wish that I could say this was the first time something of this nature had happened but it is not and is becoming more frequent.  Someone told me it has to do with the whole menopause thing but I personally think she is losing her mind.

As long as something is meaningful to her then the whole world should have it tattooed on their collective butts so as to remember it for posterity.  If it has to do with anyone else then it is a speck of dust lost in the cosmos and treated as such.  I am tired of this crap.  Having to defend every thing you say, being constantly wrong, having to be the backstop for everyone with no one looking out for you.

It doesn't help that I was on call last night and am currently running on a total of about four hours of sleep.  That means if you took every time I fell asleep, added them all together it might total four hours. On top of that, my schedule is full today, I get a new student to deal with and I have the Whiney Troll for six hours.  God, today is going to SUCK! and I get to come home to the psycho I live with.  Anyone want to trade places?

Priorities, Possibilities and Byes

I have survived another week of mining turds in the Pope's rectum with few bumps, bruises or scars.  Why we keep doing this I can only explain as being enslaved to our lifestyle.  If we did not have this big house, half of the crap that we have or the bills, our work life could be adjusted to a less stressful level.  That is my ultimate goal in quitting and moving.  Talking the other night as we were walking, that was the recurring theme.  When we talk to friends about the move that is one of the topics that they bring up.  I think most people want to live a less stressful life but they are too caught up in having it all. Living the lifestyle they see on the television instead of living the life of happiness.  We have been sold a bill of goods that is tantamount to being addicted to drugs.  Our drug of choice is material goods that bring a temporary happiness only to give way to the stress of having to deal with where to put it and how to keep it safe.  This is my goal.  To get rid of most of the crap I have accumulated and live a small, simple life.

The tick called the spousal unit the other day complaining that they had already worked forty-one hours and it was not even the end of the week.  I do love the way fate/reality/karma plays with some peoples lives.  Mid January will have been one year since the Great Faceplant, still no word of paying back, purchasing or taking over one's bill(s).  I have said little to the spouse regarding this but as of January all of this will be addressed.  The transportation will come home for good or be sold, the telephone transferred or turned off and the debt foreclosed.  The spouse said that they are waiting for the "light to go on, that is for someone to finally understand what it is we have done for years.  To figure out where the money is going to come from, how you make the impossible happen and what you do when you don't have a clue.

The good news is that the tick seems to be in a relationship of some form and therefore mostly out of my immediate life.  Though the room that they were using still looks like a disaster site, that too will be addressed.  I do wish the significant other luck in dealing with all that the tick is.  I can't help but feel another train wreck is on the horizon and that is reason enough to want out of here.

The Whiney Troll has come up with more unbelievable crap, even for them it taxes the mind's ability to fathom.  Given their personal life dictates what their work life should be, they have come up with a plan to flex their contracted schedule so as to not use any paid time off.  When brought to Pope Jr's attention, they did the usual song and dance routine.  I made to suggestion of making the Troll an "as needed" employee and thus allowing them and us to schedule or not schedule them to work.  This was to be addressed today in a meeting so we will have to wait and see what happens.  That is, if the meeting actually happens, the change in status is addressed or more likely, the Troll gets their way and the rest of us are required to pick of the slack.  Having spoken with the co-worker earlier this week regarding our lives at the mine, they said that they are looking to get out of there and given my desire to do the same it should be interesting to be a fly on the wall when it all happens.

Today is my day off and I have virtually no plans other than to relax, watch a movie or two and maybe go shop for some cables.  Whatever I do I will be on call this weekend so sleep will be at a premium.  The good news is we are nearing the thirty day mark for the trip which means I will be gone before they know it.  It really will SUCK to not be me!

Oblowmecare

The landscape of healthcare is changing and it's not for the better.  As I have said, each day I see more positions filled with faces I've never seen before.  These are not new hires but travelers, part timers and temps filling jobs that were once held by people I've known for years.  The management calls it "the evolving face of healthcare delivery".  Reading between the letters...forget what you used to get, this is what you're getting now.  Couple that with the corporate sociopaths and what you can expect is minimal mediocrity for the masses.

One of our esteemed leaders posted a message and seemed to misspeak themselves.  In it, they said that some of the new "initiatives" would allow us to provide more care for the un- and under insured.  I thought one of the major tenets of Oblowmecare was that everyone would be forced to have insurance.

I guess this was/is just another case of our leadership unknowingly telling us the truth.  You know, Sociopaths really do care, it's just not about you!

Menopausal mind

If anyone out there understands the female mind I wish they would stand up now.  Even better, how about the menopausal mind and how it doesn't function like anything known to mankind.  It is damn near impossible to know when your wrong, did not do enough, when to say something, etc., when the other party is having psychotic/schizophrenic moments.  These come from out of nowhere and can last for a moment to days.  Usually it is passed off as being tired but the end result is I get to deal with the attitude and inference that it's all my fault and I should empale myself on a dull rusty spike.  I can now understand why the people who live with nuts often first believe that they are the nut in the house.

Each day, more of the people I work with are leaving, changing jobs or at least talking about changing scenery.  As I walked through one of the halls yesterday, I noticed how many faces I did not recognize.  This is in an area where the same faces are seen everyday at the same hours.  Talking with my co-worker I hear words of change, broadening of horizons.  I read somewhere that it takes several tens of thousands of dollars to replace an employee.  If that is the case then how much money does it take to replace eight to tens years of experience?

Come to think of it, I guess executive leadership can have mental menopause too.

Here is paradise...hope to see you there!

Out of money but you still have a reality check

The tick says they are coming over at approximately eighteen hundred last evening.  When they finally do arrive its closer to twenty-one hundred and they are toting a load of laundry that they just couldn't seem to get done over the weekend.  On top of that, they wait until after we have gone to bed to raid the refrigerator, eating over half of the leftovers.  Then, this morning after letting the doors slam multiple times, they cook half the eggs, and leave the usual mess for us to clean.

I don't mind helping but this crap of showing up for meals and doing their laundry with my washer, dryer and soap and then leaving the mess to deal with stops here.  The ungrateful turd has yet to offer to pay for the transportation they use or the phone that is life altering when turned off.  Not to mention the money that is owed or the room that they flop into when the need is there.

Talking with some friends this weekend I get the feeling that they think we might not come back from our trip to paradise.  That thought is sounding better all the time, right now if they made a reasonable offer I would take them up on it.  Here I sit, facing another week of shit sandwiches at the Pope's rectum and knowing that it will get worse before it gets better.  One of the young, super techs that I work with has let the clock tick down and now probably won't be working with us after midweek.  Seems that when they give you a deadline to get your credentials and you don't, they let you go...fire you.  All of this boils down to me getting to be on call more often and having to listen to more bitching and moaning from the Whiney Troll.  Since school is about to begin again, we are hearing how someone "needs" to take off mid-shift to attend school functions for the Trolls child.  I personally don't care what they do but if anyone thinks that I'm going to work two hours for them on a weekend...

I have not even begun the week and I'm already worn out just thinking about it.  I wish I could afford the Calgon so it could "take me away".

Turd Bird or Turd Blossom?

Having had the tick move back in with the significant other has improved my home life exponentially.  They still owe me a chunk of money but they are not here, under foot to constantly remind me of that.  If I don't see a dime of the money and the tick is still gone for good then I say it's a win for me.

Having sent off the requested info to the peeps at paradise so I'm just a trip and goodbye away.  The it will be me telling the others at the mine how much it sucks to not be me.  Having said that, I heard from the co-worker that the Whiney Troll is up to their usual bullshit but for some reason they did not go forward with their plan.  I did hear that the Tool Pusher had caved in as predicted.  Go figure!  As I told the co-worker, the TP is nothing more than a nutless monkey.  When the clock ticks down I'm going to enjoy handing in my letter and knowing that no one can do my job.  I guess it will be time for them to buy the "Healthcare for Dummies" volume set.

So what is the difference between the turd bird and a turd blossom?  Not sure myself but I guess it has to do with a bird crapping on you or a blossom smelling.  Each/both being from the turd family, guess what the crapping / smelling is like.

That's all for the night, unfortunately it's not a great night on the tele but then again....there's RUM!

One shit sandwich with hair on it please!

The title was reminiscent of the scene from Animal House where Kevin Bacon is getting his butt beat with a paddle during the initiation to the fraternity.  After each hit he would say, "Thank you sir, may I please have another".  Our own company Pope placed a notice on the website this week discussing how "we" had formed a new committee to explore ways to get more agile, streamlined, efficient, etc.  All of these adjectives tell me and others that more and more cuts are on the way.  The thought process seems to be that "we" can do more, faster, cheaper with less people so as to cost them less money and still provide the same level of care as before.  Oh, and all of this will include the "walking erections" and "over educated morons" who walk the halls, ordering stupid, high priced and often redundant procedures.  I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad that we have our plan, we are putting it into motion and hopefully we will be out of our respective shit holes soon.

The Whiney Troll has broken their own record for backtracking on what they originally agreed to work.  Before, it was all about needing the money.  They agreed to work what ever, whenever with little notice.  Now it seems that they can only work twenty seven hours a week and can flex their schedule to work what ever days they want.  This is without making sure their scheduled shift is covered when they flex off.  It truly is amazing that these people are employed in a healthcare setting and that they are allowed to continue employment.  I guess I'm just too old, I remember a time when you worked what they told you, when they told you and were happy to have it or else they fired your lazy ass and hired someone willing to do the job as required.  Now days, it seems that these turds can do less than the minimum and still have a job.  We are told that they can't just fire them because there is a process that must be followed.  Well thats a load of horse shit, my friend was fired and it took them less than a month to do so with allegations that the management could not back up with evidence.  It is like my co-worker has said, you piss off the wrong person and they will find a reason (make up a reason) to fire you.

The tick has made up with the significant other though they are not completely out of my house yet.  I think that after the last blowup here, the thought of having to leave with no place to go caused a light to go on.  Go Figure!  They are still working the paving job for the moment but I figure another couple of weeks and the whining will begin.  I can say that when the tick is not here, it is nice and quiet.  I don't have to plan on cooking something with little notice due to someone eating what I had planned on eating.  I don't have to think about getting woke up when someone comes in late or deal with their shoes, boots or sandals left out by the door.  Although the room upstairs smells like a gym locker and I'm about to gather everything up in it and put it into the garage for someone else to enjoy.  It's funny because one of the arguments for wanting to leave the significant other was that they never clean anything in the apartment.  The tick said that they clean ALL the time.  I find this hard to fathom as all one has to do is look at the room to see the fallacy in that statement.

I have the entire day to myself, no distractions or demands.  The ability to do what I want, when I want.  Selfish?  Maybe but IDGAFRA!  I leave you with one of my most favored posters.  It expresses how I feel these days and that while I may not win the battle...I will win the war for my soul.

Socio-Pathe-Tick

We have a new word in our lives thanks to a cable television show.  The word for the day was "conflama" which is a contraction or the words conflict and drama.  I think you get the meaning...  So I get home last evening and get hit with the conflama for the day (at home anyway).  It seems that the little ticks other parent used a computer here and left themselves logged on to their email.  The tick used the same computer, found the email still logged in and proceeded to go through the emails.  Then sent threatening emails to the parent of the first part.  Conflict.101 right?  When the tick gets home and is asked about this they immediately get defensive and attempt to steer the conversation away from the original topic and towards how they are the victim in all of this.  The short version of this is that in all that was said last evening by the tick, I heard one and only one piece of truth from them.  That is that they were selfish.

I have reflected back on this and have come to the conclusion that the tick is truly a sociopath.  Having done my due diligence, doing the research and the end game from most of those I read say that you simply have to divorce yourself from them completely.  A sociopath will never admit they have a problem, seek help or effect permanent positive change in their life.  They will only continue to use, connive, steal, lie, disrupt and in general cause emotional havoc in those lives around them.

My goal is to come up with a plan to force the tick to move out for good.  I think that using communication and transportation as my leverage will work but I will need to get everyone on board.  I have even thought about speaking to the significant other about the tick.  It is not right for someone to be used like this and have no idea as to what is going on.  My problem is how to approach them without opening the door to reprisal.  You never know when or if someone will say too much and thus basically throw you under the proverbial bus.  Maybe if I approach another person to act as a go- between?  Not sure about this, I will have to give it more thought before action is taken.  

Only child vs The sociopath

Having thought about the conversation that took place Saturday evening for several hours now, I've come up with this thought.  What appears to be playing out is a sociopathic personality attempting to live with an only child.  Two individuals who are solely or mostly consumed with themselves and/or what they want without regard for the other.  This is true more so for the sociopath as they are constantly in search of what they deem to be fun, at least for themselves and care not for the feelings of the other.  The only child can't understand why they are not the center of this persons universe or why they are not able to get what they want from the other.

Two individual train wrecks taking place at the same place and time and neither understands why this is happening to them.  How could this possibly turn out well for anyone involved including me?  What I see happening is the Tick continuing to perform as they have in the past, getting the same outcome as always and having no idea why I want them out of my immediate life.

Funny thing is that this person made the statement last eve that if they came into money, they would just disappear and might contact us once a year.  When I turned that situation around the impact could be heard in Europe.  Funny how what works for us would not work for them.  I guess this was one major tell as to the true person sitting across from me.  While this might never change, my involvement in it will.

If this all plays out as I suspect it will then the tick will collect their things, bring it back to my house and pickup where they left off.  Never caring for what they have done to the significant other or how their lack of responsibility impacts my life.  This too will change as I've said before.  The revolving door is going to be replaced by the cold hard steel of reality.  While the Olympics may be over, the games are yet to begin.

Olympic javelin catcher

The tick has met my expectations with the latest development.  Last evening we decided to treat ourselves to a dinner out.  Unbeknownst to me, multiple text messages had been exchanged and guess who was invited to dine with us?  It seemed that someone needed to talk with us about a pressing matter.  My mind immediately went to another grandchild on the way but this was not the case.  Blessedly, after eating the subject was broached.  It seems that having lived together for less than three months they are having cohabitation problems.  One acts as a child, the other wants to enjoy the benefits of the relationship without the headache of a relationship.  Of course any mention of counseling is met with multiple excuses for not going and even included a lie as to the last alleged appointment.  What I did hear in the reasons for moving out and back in were petty, selfish and overall less than honest as the real reason(s).

With this week beginning and C.S. now gone, the mine will take on a different atmosphere.  At the party, the two department hemorrhoids did their best to be one with the people.  It was in reality more like turds trying to be truffles.  Based upon what I've been told, multiple bodies are due to leave within one to two years myself included.  Again, I will be providing the longs and lats to my front porch in paradise so that they may see my giving them to finger.

Getting back to the tick, I did make the statement that there would be no revolving door.  They must make a choice, live on their own or with us for the time being.  I will not have them moving out and in on a repetitive basis.  At some point they get to make it own their own, dealing with all the crap that comes with being an adult.  Shit bird that they are, the tick will eventually get to experience life, making difficult decisions on their own.  I wish them luck in figuring this shit out with no book to work from.  Life sucks, then you die!

This could be the view I see my house in a few day, months, years.  I guess this means is sucks to not be me.

Validation of me

After spending an hour and a half with my counselor I am led to believe that I am not wrong in my feelings.  S.H. has helped me figure out that I'm not nuts when I think that my children are a pain in the ass.  He validated my thoughts on the tick, that he is a self interested hurricane black hole of need.  He also agrees that I need to take care of myself from an emotional standpoint when it comes to child number three.  Silence screams louder than anything in this world.  So, let the roar of that silence quake the soul.

The spousal unit is in the grieving process over the grandchild leaving.  She was talking about being tired while she was here and missing the noise when she is gone.  What I have not felt was any degree of this from the parent.  The other was lamenting the degree of energy expended in caring for them.  Gee, who would have thought that it is really energy, time consuming taking care of a child.

The problem as I see it is that this is a case of children having to raise children.  If anyone thinks that I give two shits about how hard it is, how it impacts their lives or any other issue in their lives, they are very wrong.  I have been there and done that.  Especially with number two, he can have sex with everything with two legs as far as I'm concerned but I will not raise, support or take care of their offspring from here on.  As for that crap they pulled on vacation, that was twice and done.  First and last, I will not be transporting them (either or both) on any future trips anywhere.  As for number three, I will wait for the silence to become unbearable.

An asshole, maybe but I will not sacrifice my sanity for a bunch of children who want only what they want.  I don't care how it sounds or how looks but I will take of me and mine and they can figure it out for themselves.

Consider this my shot across the bow.

Children, ARGH!

My child's court case is finally over and now to pick up the pieces.  I am still pissed at not being given notice so as to attend but there's nothing that can be done now.  As for my child, I am not happy with them either at this moment.

When I attempted to call, offering my support and love I was cut off as they were shopping and would call me back.  The return phone call never happened and I am at the point of letting the silence roar.  Soon enough a need will arise and I will address my hurt.  I do realize that they are a teenager, we all went through that stage at one time or another.  My problem is the duplicity in their attitude towards me.  Life's a bitch when you have to face it on your own.

Yesterday I found out that one of our highly educated, highly esteemed healthcare providers was no longer employed at the mine.  It seems that they finally inflicted enough damage to warrant a request to move on.  I understand that they were allowed to leave with no marks on the CV so as to continue their gross incompetence with another organization.  God, I do love the way some "religions" practice transparency.  I guess it all has to do with sharks not eating their own kind.

One more day this week and then I am done.  I do have to survive fifteen minutes with the Whiney Troll this afternoon.  At least it's not all day.  Then its call tonight and I'm off for the weekend.  I just wish this was my last week at the mines period.  C.S. I still hate your guts for leaving!

The job and the moron

The tick started the new job yesterday with all the fanfare of a trip to the bathroom.  While they have had "real" jobs in the past, they were not necessary to survival.  This one entails manual labor, outdoors, in the sweltering heat and working with a paving medium.  I give it three weeks before the "I need to find another job" mantra begins.  The fact that I tried to get them to apply for several warehouse jobs, i.e., working in doors, air conditioning, operating machinery, etc., fell upon deaf ears.  Oh well, I guess it will take learning the lessons the hard way.  Not my problem!  They did semi move in with the significant other so hope is high that they will be two ticks on a cat's rear soon.

The ticks' tick is still sick and has yet to return to see a doctor.  I was let in on the conversation with the other grandparent which did nothing but cement my belief that they are a complete card carrying moron.  Maybe we are a little over protective but then again we see children who have been neglected or not had illnesses addressed far too often.  We have seen the results of having a high fever go unattended for too long.  This goofy person thought that maybe they just needed to wait and see what happens.  I thank the Gods that my only interface with them is on a very limited basis, both in occurrence and length.

Another day comes that I must travel to the mine, repeat the mantra and survive so as to return.  This is not living and I am jealous of my co-worker who leaves us this week.  C.S., you are one lucky, sorry S. O. B.!

SeaHags do exist!

In our lives we have all made mistakes for which we will ever pay a price.  One of mine was a person I married and had a child with.  Actually more than one and I paid and still pay the price for that error in judgement.  Having received a phone call from the SeaHag last evening I found out about a piece of time sensitive information that due to the lack of forewarning I am unable to attend a meeting.  It is/was important to me that I be there as it affected one of said children but someone "forgot" all about it and/or as I was out of town, they could not get in touch with me.  I find this lack of contact curious as our neighbor had no such difficulty and we were able to let one child phone said SeaHag from our location at least once.  Do you see a lie in any of this?  If this had been turned around so that the responsibility for relaying information had fallen upon me and I failed to do so, the ink would not even be dry on the court papers I was being served.  The spousal unit reminded me that I only have four more years of having to deal with the SeaHag and then for the most part she goes away.  It's all a matter of perspective, time that is.

The tick's tick left for the Left coast last evening.  After much confusion over how to pack all of the child's clothes into one shoulder bag, the mother and daughter came to see how our point made so much sense.  I swear, the two of them are dumber than a sack of hammers.  The mothers mother came up with the idea that if mom and the three year old could each take a backpack and carry on then they could maybe get everything on the plane without having to pay for a bag.  So, imagine yourself traveling with a three year old who did not feel well, having to change planes and deal with all the carry on baggage as well.  Everyone thinks I'm mean, hard, too "real" in my assessment of them when I say they are IDIOTS.  On top of this, we get a text at midnight our time saying they made it home just fine. Lovely, we now are awake, have to get up and go to work in the morning and this moron gets to sleep in.

My spouse wonders why I just want to stay as far away from them as possible.  Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because they collectively could not find their way out of a paper sack.  I keep hearing how "she's got a good heart" or "she is really a sweet person" but the truth of the matter is she is just plain stupid and nothing will ever change that.  I do not suffer the stupid, morons or idiots.

Another week of mining, I guess I'll see who is left, who is leaving and who really cares.  It's for certain that the little sisters certainly do care, it's just that what they care about is not what they say they care about, publicly that is.  SeaHags come is all forms.

Fishing for a moment

The grandchild goes back to the Left coast this weekend so while I anticipate the return to normalcy, I must also prepare for the spousal unit going into a depression.   While I've been there before I still do not enjoy having to survive another go round.  I guess it has to do with the difference between women and men, moms and dads, irrational and rational.  From my standpoint I will no longer have to provide clothing, food, entertainment, transportation, etc. to someone else's responsibility.  I will have my days off back to myself to do what ever I please.  Sounds selfish, maybe, but at my age I'm allowed to have some "me time".

We took said child out to eat last evening with the parent and significant other and something became very evident.  The parent ONLY wants to have said child in their care when they have someone else there to help.  It was also very evident that this same parent was putting on a show for the significant other.  I say this because I have heard them say that their child "was so annoying".  This did not happen in the presence of this other person and did not manifest itself last night.  Another observation was that the tick is basically an idiot.  They have the reading/comprehension level of a third grade child.  Hopefully the grandchild got the intelligence of the other parent because the one on this side of the fence could not pour piss out of a boot with the directions on the heel.

On the way home last evening, the spouse said that we should figure out how much longer we are going to be here (in this house).  This was followed with the statement that if we were to be here very long we should have a "radiant barrier" applied to the attic of the house.  This would allegedly lower our electric bill during the hot summer months.  On the face, this sounds logical.  The little voice in the back of my skull is screaming something else.  It wants to know what we are going to do with the tick and the money we are pouring into them?  That would save us several thousand dollars a year alone but that never seems to come to the spouses mind.  It always is up to me to cut my spending so as to make the budget work.  Regarding this, I'm more than a little tired of giving until I bleed from my eyes so a parasite can enjoy the good life.

Today I get to finally get this mess on top of my head cut!  I've been putting it off for over a month now due to my time getting hijacked.  This was done so "someone" could watch someone else's child while they lived their life.  Another great thing is that I get to go vent my spleen to the shrink.  This guy is quite possibly the greatest thing since sliced bread when it comes to getting a handle on the stressors in my life.

Well, here goes another day.  I have to go to the airport this afternoon to pickup the other parent.  I guess I forgot to mention that we had to pay a large portion of the airfare just to get someone else's child back home.  Think I'm not pissed about that?  I'll leave you with this photo of what I wish to see and the end of each day for the rest of my life.  Live long and prosper.

Throw it and it just keeps coming back...

The problem with the so called boomerang kids is that they keep coming back to whats easiest, least costly to them and/or lets them not have to work.  I was once young and thought I had all the answers to life's problems.  As the years have gone by I have realized that I still don't know what to do most of the time.  When a problem arrises I think my way through it, work my butt off to fix it or pay someone to make it work again.  Yeah, its stressful sometimes and often it's not easy but its what you do when you have to.  This generation is all about "me" and what I want.  It's about getting others to pay for things because it just isn't fair that you have to go to school, actually read books, write papers, take tests and most importantly show up everyday on time.  After several years of that you then have to go get an entry level job to pay your student loans and bills.  It's just not fair that they can't have everything that we as grownups/parents have immediately and at no cost to them.

The tick asked to borrow something last night which on the face of it was no big deal.  I asked if would be returned, when and where it would be returned to which they answered that night, to me, right here. When I asked about the spare set of keys to MY truck, they were on the significant others key ring.  I did get the face I was looking for though and had better get the keys back ASAP or else...

More and more colleagues are questioning what we do and whom we do it for.  I'm not talking about the patients as they always come first.  I'm talking about the people who sign the paychecks.  More of us are getting vocal and I feel it won't be long until the migration truly begins.  The other day when I spoke with the nurse, she mentioned the COO walking by.  She was in an area where entry is restricted due to infection precautions and needed something from outside the area.  The resident Pope did not ask if she needed anything but did comment on it was nice to see her smile.  That smile was in sarcasm to his believing everything is just fine.  She told as much and he never missed a step as he went to address something administrative.  I do hope they have purchased that book set as they will need it.

My co-worker returns today and I am extremely happy about that.  Maybe today will go by smoothly, quickly and without any pain.  HaHa.

Injection ejection

Yesterday at the mine was one of the most stressful days I've had in quite a while.  The new person can scan but lacks any and all self confidence.  On top of that they are slower than a glacier in the winter at doing the job.  The other person I was blessed to work with is just a slow and needs to have everything in a certain fashion or they can't do the job.  In the mean time I'm turning and burning just trying to stay ahead of the game.

Today should be about the same with the added benefit of having the student tag along with me every step of the way.  Its like having another thumb to deal with in a room full of hammers.  The good news is that my co-worker returns tomorrow and the student leaves this month sometime.  There really is a God in heaven.

I spoke with one of the CCU nurses yesterday and found out she is in the process of leaving for an office job.  This woman has years of experience at nursing and will be taking that too her next job in a doctors office.  Given that most of us are either on some form of medication or attending counseling, it is no wonder I see so many new faces filling critical jobs.  She said the turning point for her was when she found herself yelling at her children and spouse.  This is something she has never done before and did not want her children to have that as a lasting memory of her.

Did I forget to mention that I was exposed to a contagious disease due to a lack of signage and/or communication from the staff?  That happened just as our Infection Control people were making the rounds giving everyone a talk on just that.  Anyone still want to go the hospital?  Anyone at all?  No?  Neither do I but "at least I have a job".

My final thought is this, once all those people who give out the pills, take the x-rays and give the injections have ejected which of the management/administration types will fill the position?  The word is getting out and it is not that this is the Promised Land!