Monday, November 26, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I am finding that I am having to train myself to become a morning person and I am really tired by 9pm and can only think of falling in to bed. Since I've started this new position I've stayed at least an hour late everyday working on different projects that I've started so I get home after a 10 hopur day. I put my first Power Point presentation together yesterday and today's inservice went very well, and my orientees seemed impressed. Admittedly, I impressed myself, too. Imagine!Me doing Power Point Presentations!
In the past few weeks, I've also started going to meetings, which is something very new for me. Half of my days have been spent going from one meeting to another, most involving stuff that I have no idea about. The hospital I am at is expanding the Breast Surgery Department, and Yours Truly gets to be involved with that, which is very interesting and exciting. I'm learning all kinds of things about how hospitals run, and how various departmental areas operate.
So, the new job is going very well.
Today was the first ice/snow storm of the year and the drive in was a little rough. I'm hoping to take back some of the overtime I've accrued, and head home before the rush hour starts.
And, Greg went for a job interview today so maybe he'll have a new job soon, too.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I got my hair cut the other day and it is kind of along the lines of Posh Beckham's, short in the back, longer in the front. I like it. Today as I was styling my hair I thought it would be a good idea if I could find the nozzle attachment to my hairdryer that I had misplaced about 3 months ago. It wasn't in the usual drawers, but then I had this brainstorm that maybe it had fallen down behind the bathroom drawers. Sure enough when I pulled the bottom out I found the attachment. But I also found a months supply of Efferdent! I've got all my teeth, and as far as I know, Greg has all his so they must have been left over from the previous owners. I was going to pitch them in the garbage but then something twigged that Efferdent can be used in a variety of other ways!
*Clean a toilet bowl. Drop several Efferdent tablets into the toilet bowl, scrub, and flush.
*Polish diamonds. Drop one Efferdent tablet in a glass of water and immerse diamonds for two minutes.
*Clean a Thermos bottle. Fill the bottle with water, drop in three Efferdent tablets, and let it soak for an hour or longer if necessary.
*Unclog a sink. Drop several Efferdent tablets into the sink and let it sit overnight.
*Clean a vase. To remove a stain from the bottom of a glass vase or cruet, fill with water and drop in one Efferdent tablet.
*Clean hubcaps. Drop one Efferdent tablet into a glass of water, use a cloth to apply the fizzing solution to the hubcabs, and wash clean with water.
Who knew?! I did clean my rings today with Efferdent, and I have to tell you, it did a fantastic job!
I got the info about Efferdent and other uses for regular household products Here.
And Mao fell asleep in the kitchen window with the sun shining on his back. How he sleeps standing up, I'll never know!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
When I was in high school, my mom would make me lunches and pack them in booze bags.
Every other kid seemed to have the nice, friendly-weight Kraft lunch bag, and I had the Super Duper Will-hold-a-bottle-weight paper bag courtesy of the LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario.) As a teenager I was mortified and more than likely I would have thrown out my lunch in favour of the french-fries and gravy crap they would sell in the cafeteria. I think it was a combination of the booze bag presentation and the German salami (single layer) on farmer's rye bread that I dreaded anyone seeing. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if I was pulling out a Wonder Bread Samich from the booze-bag, I don't know. But I feel terrible about all the lunches I threw away just because I was embarrassed.
And here I am...25 years later...eating my salad out of Tupperware. Hell...Not even Tupperware, it might be a dollar store ripoff.
And I'm still bringing my lunch in a booze bag.
Do old habits really die hard?
I'm at work right now, in my office, on my lunch break and decided to visit Kross-eyed Kitty (with the door shut.) I never visit my blog, or other friend's blog when I am at work because I'd hate to accidently forget to erase the history. So here I am in my office, feeling a little guilty about blogging, but then I remind myself that I am allowed a lunch break, and I DID just finish eating my lunch in my office. So, I will not feel guilty although I suppose I can consider it a new guilty pleasure!
It's probably a good thing that Facebook access has been banned at the hospital, because that truly has become somewhat of an addiction. I have about 6 scrablulous games on the go. The only person I consistently lose games to is Pez. She is scrabulously smart!
Do you blog at work? Do you Facebook?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Having worked in a clinical environment since 1989 when I graduated nursing school, having my own office is a complete and utter novelty. I feel like I just built onto my house and have an extra room. Is this what the corporate world is all about? It might not look like much, but BOY! is it ever a huge change for me.
I am loving my new job. All I need is a picture of the kitties. And Buddy. And...oh ya! Greg!
Monday, November 12, 2007
I was given a memory stick, which was very nice and all, but I have not idea how to use it, and just a general idea of what it is for. I am technologically a little on the dumb side. Well, only dumb in that with all these new gadgets and things, its hard to keep up. I was given an iPod shuffle for my birthday back in June, and still have not gotten around to learning how to use it. Oh, the phone in my new office? Had no idea how to programme a new message with my name on it. Oh, one more thing? I have a pager that I've been carrying around and basically only know how to turn off the beep. The time is 14 hours off of real-time and the date is still 2006. Maybe my predecessor also did not know how to use this? Or maybe she didn't care as long as she got the page.
Anyway, lots to learn and in the meantime I'm trying to look smart. Like an Educator.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
It's been two years since Greg and I were married , and it's been all good. Although I never really had much thought about 'finding my soul mate' I think that inadvertently, I did. I just looked up some descriptions of Soul Mates and here is what I've discovered from about.com.
1) Some believe that a soul mate is someone with whom a person has shared other life times through reincarnation. The soul mate could be a friend, business partner, parent, child, sibling, spouse or other family member. These soul mates can be of the same or opposite sex.
Although the thought of reincarnation is interesting, and perhaps makes death of a loved one easier to accept, I'm not sure that I believe in the thought of sharing other lifetimes. Does believing in reincarnation mean that there are a finite number of souls available to be used? What happens as the world population expands? Are some people 'soulless?'
2) Others believe that a soul mate is a person's"other half". I don't believe that any person completes another.
3)Predestination: the thought that people are drawn together as soul mates by destiny or fate and that being with our soul mate is something we have no control over. Hmmm...so if you meet a manipulative control freak and can't end the relationship, does that make him your soul mate?
4) Making Life Come to Life: Richard Bach describes soul mates as "A soul mate is someone who has the locks to fit our keys, and the keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we; we can be loved for who we are and for who we're pretending to be. Each of us unveils the best part of one another. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person were safe in our paradise. Our soul mate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we've found the right person. Our soul mate is the one who makes life come to life. "
yadda, yadda, yadda...this just sounds too foofy.
5)Profound Connection:Thomas Moore, in his book Soul Mates: Honoring the Mysteries of Love and Relationship, page xvii, describes a soul mate as "someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communication and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. This kind of relationship is so important to the soul that many have said there is nothing more precious in life." again. Foofy. Nothing more precious in life...
6)Feeling at Ease With one Another: We don't believe a soul mate is the ideal or one and only person in someones life. Our definition of soul mates is people who together want to work on making their marriage a great one. Their relationship feels like a natural fit, and although they need to work on their marriage, it is not hard to do. When soul mates first meet, there is an immediate sense of being at ease and connected. This one, I DO get. When Greg and I met, I can honestly say that I JUST KNEW. I just knew that he was different, that we 'got' one another.
7)General Belief: Most believe that soul mates can accept and love every part of the other's personality and that life with a soul mate is easy and natural. Kind of the same as Number 6. So, if this is the case, that I'd have to say that I was fortunate to find, and marry my Soul Mate.
Happy 2nd Anniversary to us! I've been singing this ridiculous song all day:
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Anyway, maybe because I'm like a deer in headlights when it comes to me being interviewed, but I wanted him to get the job. So, I found myself helping him out a little bit. Not telling him the answers, but kind of steering him in the right direction. Remember, I had the interview tool in front of me so I knew how he should be answering the questions.
Anyway, the long and short of it is, that my manager decided to reconsider him for the job that he had initially applied for. There is another male nurse who has been hired so the two of them will really stir the pot in this estrogen-fueled unit. I think it's going to work well, and I'm happy that he's being reconsidered.
It was really interesting being on the other side of the interview table. I never was interviewed for this job as I was the only one who applied. And, I know my manager is happy with this situation. She and I are similar in personality and in positive thoughts of improving the work environment. I'm looking forward to this new career chapter. I really hope it works out.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
My brother came by the house today while we were at work to take Buddy for a walk. He ended up staying 3 hours and raked our property for leaves, mowed the backyard (before it snowed an hour later), did my dishes in the kitchen and took the garbage out for tomorrow. I'm pretty grateful.
He didn't attempt the laundry but I am irritated with my machines. They are about 20 years old and it takes at least an hour and a half to dry a load of laundry. I had no uniform to wear to work today except a yucky pair that were uncomfortable all day. My underpants showed and the same fricken nurses kept pointing it out to me.
On 11/11 I am going to buy a new washer and dryer. Happy 2nd anniversary to me! (I actually mean that in a good way...I'm thinking of buying some pretty machines that I have my eye on!)
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I'm LOVING my new job, I've learned so much in three days, but boy am I tired at the end of the day. It doesn't help that with the time change it is already dark at 5:30pm.
I will attempt to write something more substantial tomorrow.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Greg and I are now on the same schedule, which means that our work hours don't overlap at all and Buddy is inside for nearly 10 hours. Today the poor little guy peed on the rug and it was clear that it's too long a day for him to be crossing his hind legs. I've made an agreement with my brother that when he is available, he will come by and spend some time with Buddy and let him out. It will be good bonding time for the two of them because since B's run-in with the car, he has been a little afraid of my brother. He barks and shakes initially, but then after about 10 minutes he is fine. I feel a little bad for my bro because he absolutely adores animals, and it bugs him that this pup has a fear of him.
I'm pretty tired tonight and think I am going to head to bed soon. I went grocery shopping after work today, came home and started a birthday dinner for one of our friends. It turned out really good. Finished dinner, did the dishes had a shower, blogged and am now barely able to keep my eyes open.
Monday, November 05, 2007
All of my co-workers were thrilled that I got the job. I am the first Recovery Room nurse to get the position of Educator withing the department, and they seem really supportive of that. And I am grateful that I've been so well received.
My shoes were very comfortable. I had to change a few times this morning. The first pair of pants really need to be shortened. The second pair were covered in cat hair, thanks to the Dutchess. The third pair were good. I wore my new tops today and generally felt pretty good. I was a little giddy in the morning because Greg and I were actually up at the same time getting ready for work and it seemed like so much fun. I definitely think that we might need some radio in the morning to even enhance the fun a little more.
It was so much fun, I think I forgot to deodorize my left armpit. By the end of the day, it was smelling decidedly manly. I must have less fun in the morning if I'm going to keep this job.
No one wants to work with a funky-smelling woman.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Shoe shopping was the easy part it took less than 20 minutes for me to find some suitable shoes. Can't go wrong with a comfy pair of Hush Puppies, right?
The next store also wasn't too bad, but I was in there for over an hour trying on dozens of items. I'd really like to know why stores have these nice big change rooms, with chairs in them even, but don't splurge on three-way mirrors? It's a pet peeve of mine because I'd kind of like to know how my butt looks, without having to ask a perfect stranger "do these pants make my bum look big?" I think I pulled a muscle trying to twist my face over my shoulder so I could check myself out. Anyway, I walked out with two pairs of dress pants, two tops and two necklaces.
The third store I went in I had to stop dead in my tracks because they were playing Christmas music! I couldn't believe it! Ugh. The store was packed and there were screaming and crying kids running about but still I went in. I picked out two sweaters (one is cashmere) and bought them without trying them on because I wanted to get out of the store as quickly as I could. As expected, the sweaters are too tight and I don't feel good in them. I'll return them tomorrow, hopefully the store will be a little quieter and I can take my time looking around.
So tomorrow is the big day. First day of the new job. Am I prepared? Nope. Mainly because I didn't receive any of the orientation material that I was promised. Guess I'll have to wing it and review the material at the same time as the new nurse. It'll all be ok, and I'm not going to lose sleep over it.
I'll let you know tomorrow how the day went.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
I graduated Nursing School in 1989, which had as it is to believe, was 18 years ago. And, if you count the 2 and a half years in school, it's been over 20yrs. So, that's pretty much 20 years where my wardrobe has consisted of uniforms and casual clothes. Mind you, I did have a few years in the Middle East where I glammed it up at parties and gala events. The year I started Nursing School they did away with the crazy cap thing. What it's purpose was, I have no idea as it surely must have been knocked off a thousand times a day either by a crazy patient, a curtain around the bedside or for a number of other reasons. The year I started nursing school was also the year that nurses had to stop smoking at the nurses station. So, I never had the pleasure of dressing like Nurse Ratched. Which was a good thing.
During school we had to wear white pantsuits or dresses. I opted for the dresses, with white support hose, bobby socks and white wedgies.
I started my first job at the hospital where I am now the day after I graduated school. I was thrilled that I could now wear coloured pastel dresses, and I upgraded my footwear to Lady Foot Locker sneakers. I was cool. Never mind that when I had to crawl up on a bed to do haul a patient out of bed, or do CPR my dress would hike up, my slip would show, my light support hose would slide down and the crotch would end up somewhere near my knees and all in all it wasn't too comfortable. I'm sure that someone out there enjoyed the show, but it certainly wasn't me!
I ended up, as you know, in Saudi Arabia where the dress code was actually not too bad. It was a white pants with a tunic top that covered your B-hind, and covered your elbows. I scrounged up this pic of me hard at work (and apparently having a really good time? I must have been caught off-guard in this shot, I'm usually wearing the Nurse Ratched frown.) The uniform itself wasn't too bad, but the material was horribly scratchy. I had to turn it in when I left so that some other lucky ass could wear it after me.
For the last 8 years I have lived in green scrubs. It has made life very easy. I get up, throw my greens on, throw my hair back in a pony tail, wash my face, brush my teeth, slap a bit of make-up on and I could be out the door in 15 minutes. Low Maintenance. Notice that I don't even bother with a shower in the AM, I save the water for a luxurious bath after work. Initially, when I was single and on the prowl, I'd have my bath, girlie myself up and look half decent when heading out on dates.
Since meeting Greg, and getting the trailer, my after work clothes have become extremely casual. You could say that I have moved from Low Maintenance to No Maintenance. Yoga pants, or flannel jammies always topped off with one of Greg's XXL sized t-shirts. Tres attractive. Trailer gear, is, well, Trailer gear. Old stained tank tops, shorts, yoga pants or flannels. I've let myself fall apart!!!
My dilemma is this: I start my new OFFICE JOB on Monday and I have absolutely zero, zilch, nada OFFICE CLOTHES! I have jeans but I can't wear those. And, I am shoeless. Even though I had to scrape the frost off of my windshield this morning (with the cup on my thermos, because I didn't have the ice scraper in my car) it is not quite boot weather yet.
My other dilemma is: I HATE clothes shopping. It is depressing and stressful for me. Which is why I rely on my husband's XXL t-shirts and flannel pj bottoms as my wardrobe. I fully admit, that I am cheap when it comes to buying clothes. I don't by second hand clothes or anything, but I have a hard time spending money on expensive clothes. It seriously makes me feel ill. Seriously. There is nothing enjoyable about it for me. Sigh, that's weird isn't it?
I'll also need a good warm dog-walking winter coat to go with my winter boots and ice-scraping thermos cup.
I'll let you know how the shopping goes tomorrow.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Speaking of which...today marks one year since we got possession of this house! And it also marks 5 years since Greg and my official first date. How time does fly.
An update of the clinical educator position I applied for: I start full-time on Monday! I'm really excited about this, yet also a little nervous because on Monday, I start educating one of the new nurses. I'll have a lot of work to do this weekend to prepare myself for next week, but I think I can do it. I have two more night shifts to work, tonight and tomorrow night so I am hoping that I'll some time to do some prep work at work, if it's quiet enough.
Hopefully all the Hallowe'en goblins, ghouls and witches are at rest and there won't be any gang violence to disrupt the shift.