Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Ranting

Damn fucking Phil Collins. I thought the 80's were over. The radio
station we have on in the background apparently thinks that the man
was the greatest recording artist of all time. I listen to podcasts
on my computer with an earbud in one ear, so most of it is drowned
out. I do not have the luxury of a confined area where I can listen
with speakers. I try to still look accessible to the people in my
department without making myself an open target for interruptions.
Reminds me of the old Far Side cartoon titled "How Nature Says 'Do
Not Touch'".

I don't like my job right now. I feel like the guy in Office Space
before he goes to the hypnotist. They are trying to eliminate our
overtime here. Unfortunately, not everyone is adhering the new rule
of getting it approved prior to working it. Some people are above the
law, or so they think. I try to adhere to the rules, but you always
just get fucked by it. I am not happy about that. Overtime has helped
keep my wife at home (mostly), and occasionally allows us to have
extra money. Taking away from my family makes it hard to swallow all
of the little things about your job that you would just brush off. So
now when there are hot jobs that need done, my attitude is more of a
"fuck you" than "okay".

As the wife reminds me constantly, this all will pass. It always has.
Sometimes you need that voice of reason. Sometimes you wish the voice
of reason would just let you be pissed for a while. Maybe it makes
you sharper. I don't know, but that is probably just an excuse. I
remember the quote by Eleanor Roosevelt: "No one can make you feel
inferior without your consent". Good quote. Then again, she married
her cousin.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

'bout time to call it a day

I really dislike the leftover, sloppy seconds kind of a day that comes after a holiday because I had to kiss a lot of ass and yell at people who should have known better. Plus, I have to write about every little thing in excruciating detail for the record.


For example, I wrote 16 pages of notes in the electronic charting systrem and I sat with patients and families for the better part of 2 hours today, explaining things like why granny can't have pizza every night or her automatic defibrillator is gonna shock her ass to kingdom come, or why my 600 pound dude can't be slugging down 4 liters of Mountain Dew every day because he gained 120# in the past 90 days from fluid overload (this one has been an ongoing "dialogue" for the past 6 years.) Yes, Virginia, some folks seem to have the IQ of a carrot.



On the other hand,



there is the scenery (the 2 legged kind.) and I get to talk to them, lots.

there is the "job well done" note for an article that I helped write for the Register.

there is the fact that for 5 hours today, I got to listen to Springsteen while I wrote my sordid little tales of woe.

there is the knowledge that some people do better because I was there.


So, I guess today was a mixed bag, and sort of a smelly wrinkled hairy one at that.


Hmm..Muse? Here Musey, Musey......


Coolest song of the day; "The Rising" by Springsteen. I want that played at my funeral (not that I'm gonna go anytime soon). Just way cool.