Mandatory overtime

So tell me do you think that hospitals should be able to make nurses do mandatory overtime all the time?
I mean I could understand occasionally.   You know to cover vacations or sickness.  I don’t think any employer should have the rights to make anyone work overtime.  It cuts into my time with my family so I don’t sign up for extra shifts.  Not everyone is for the almighty buck.  Some of us realize that family is top priority.  It’s cheaper to pay a PRN nurse than to make us work overtime at time and half.  But they don’t want all the nurses going PRN so they limit how many hours a week that they can work.  20 hours.  Which means they have no flexibility to work if you need them in a pinch.
Here is my problem.  I cut my time back in order to keep my shoulder and neck not to act up.  I was out for almost 2 months the last time it flared up.  So the neurologist told me to stop working overtime and just work 40 hours.  Less stress on my injury.  I will be suffering with this for the rest of my life.  If I don’t take of it now I will cause further damage.  So my manager agreed.  A year goes by and now she wants me re-evaluated.  Even though in the beginning she knew this would be life long.  However someone on days shift is bitching that it’s not fair that my hours are shorter.  Hello…I would love the extra money.  My check is about 150 dollars less….but despite that I don’t want to damage my shoulder any further.  I really would like to choke the bitch on dayshift.  She has no idea the pain I can get in. No idea.  She sounds like a petty grade schooler.  She doesn’t realize that I have to have 5-6 injections in my shoulder to “calm” the muscle down just so I can “deal” with the pain.  So I have to go to my neurologist to get this note to allow me to keep my short week (40hours).  It’s not like I am asking to work less than full time.  So what’s the big deal?  I am pissed enough that I might just post my note on the outside of my locker.

Shot of Reality: Mother of the year

It is just amazing what you see in the ER.  There are some really uneducated people and there are just stupid people.  Just to define the two for those that don’t know there is a difference uneducated means not educated, lack of education or just don’t know any better.  Stupid people are people to lazy to do anything about it, no matter how much you teach them they will do the opposite and make me wish mandatory sterilization was legal again.  So this entry is dedicated to the  “special” moms aka dumbass in my ER or in this redneck area.  Now mind you there are the first time mom’s that bring their kids in for every little sniffle.  These are not the moms I am referring too.

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Dear Deadbeat Mom,
Do you know where you 14 yr old daughter is?  I do.  She is in my ER with a huge laceration to the back of her head.  Who brought her in?  Some 18 yr old and 22 yr old guys.  Guess what she won’t give me your telephone number.  Why?  She’s intoxicated. 
Sincerely,
Nevermind she’s not even living with you she lives with her 19yr old sister who could care less. Fabulous.  Guess what apparently the doctor doesn’t care either because they released her to those guys.  FYI your daughter is a tramp.

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Dear Back Pain mom,
Yes I understand that you have back pain but did you have to bring the entire family.  You mother could have kept the 3 small children at home.  Lovely do you think maybe you could please keep your kids from using my scale as a jungle gym.  Now they are playing with wheelchairs, jumping off the bed.
Sincerly ,  Whoops sorry I pissed you off by reprimanding your brats but its amazing how fast they stopped after I took charge.

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Dear Grow some Balls mother,
What seems to bring you here today?  Your 4 yr old won’ t take her medication to help keep her fever down.  So you brought her out in 18 inches of snow, ignored the please don’t be on the roads except in emergencies, and braved the ice just so we could shove Tylenol up her butt. 
Sincerely it’s time to take the booby out of the brats mouth.
Ps  I found it very amusing when the brat screamed and kicked about getting meds up her ass.  Exactly why I explained to her that taking her orange flavored motrin would be a lot easier and I hope that she does take it or the remaining doses will have to be the same. 

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Dear germ spreading mom,
Just in case you are not aware but this is one of the worst years for the flu.  So when I am educating you and your brood of children please take heed.  Letting them crawl around on the floor where people have puke, shit or bled on isn’t the best place for them to be.  Allowing them to put everything in their mouth during the flu season while you are here for you belly pain is a good sign you will be back next week with flu like symptoms.
Sincerly , did you really just let that pacifier hit the floor and pop it back into that kids mouth???

Grind my Gear: Stewing

So I really thought I would be over the whole charge thing.  Before I go back to work.  Nope I have gone from sad to really pissed off.  At least I have the support of some fellow nurses who mention that they have lost a lot of respect for him now.  I haven’t gotten back to work yet to face him yet.  I am not sure how I am going to handle this.  Will I cry?  Get pissed off and lose my job?  Take him a side and tell him he should help his coworkers become more confident in their job instead of pointing out their faults.  Or one of the 6 other things that have been stewing in my head.  I have tried to let it go but I can’t.  I am truly hurt.  I have really been thinking about going PRN and drop full time.  More time with the kids and more money.  No benefits but I get them with my husband job anyway.  I just loved my rotation.  We work well together and a couple of them have become really good friends of mine.  I really don’t want to lose that type of working relationship.  But it makes it hard to work when you stew about the lazy asshole that isn’t doing their job.  However the other rotation is worse when it comes to that.  I don’t know what to do.  But I do know that PRN is really starting to sound great.

Some charge nurse

So we had a really rough day right before our weekend off was about to start.  Remember me telling you about the lazy charge.  The one we have been dealing with for months.  Well he went from lazy to full fledge asshole.  We had a patient that was being coded for over 3 hours.  She would die and we would bring her back on and off.  She looked like crap when she came and progressively got worse.  I was unable to get a line in her so the Dr called the charge to come help.  He is really good at getting lines in.  In fact I dub him the “vein” whisperer. 
When she crashed the first time I was triage one out in triage.  One of the other nurses was triaging a shortness of breath from the EMS.  The code was called and the Nurse K asked me to finish the triage in the room because her o2 sats were 80%.  I just finished triaging the abdominal pain.  But as soon as I started to head back I got a pediatric shortness of breath.  I had to do a scan “triage”  He wasn’t blue, he was labored breathing or showing signs of distress.  I did a quick o2 monitor and it read 98%.  So I told them I would be back that we had a crisis in the back.  I went and finished the elderly lady’s triage.  Put her on o2 and got a line and blood sent.  They were done coding the other patient and Nurse K asked what she could do.  So I sent her to get the pediatric patient.  I think got a chest pain patient and was triaging them, when the other patient coded again.  I was didn’t need to go because there were 3 other nurses in the code. 
This is how crazy the night was…we also had a Altered Mental Status and a few minor things.  There was a total of 5 nurses and 1 doctor and one Tech.  So we were all busy.  The family decided not to code the next time her heart stopped.  I never mentioned to him that it was pass his time to do triage.  I waited till the patient expired and he was done charting. 
Then when we got the next triage I told him it was his turn.  Because we all had done triage tonight but him.  He turn and said I had a critical patient.  Me being the smart ass I am stated “Um you use that excuse alot.”  He then comment that maybe if we could learn to work a code or didn’t have to call on him every time a critical patient came in he could do triage.  I was shocked.  Not angry but hurt.  He made me feel like I was an incompetent nurse.  That I had no idea what I was doing.  I said forget it I will get the triage.  I almost cried while out in triage.  I have never felt so sorry for myself in a long time.  I know I ask for his help or his suggestions but that’s because he is charge and a season nurse.  I always listen to what he suggests.  I thought that’s what a charge nurse was all about.  To support you and teach you?  Am I wrong?  If he felt like we were all slacking in our job when it came to a sick patient then why didn’t he take us under his wing and teach us?  I have never felt so bad at work…not since I first graduated as an RN.
What a prick.  I let him get under my skin.  I let him make me cry all the way home in the car.  He is our leader…wth   This was the first time I really wanted to quit my job.  To look at him and say Fuck you I quit…but I was at least smart enough to keep my mouth shut…probably the reason I cried.  If I can’t cuss and carry on then I break down and cry.  Yea I know it sounds a tad mental.  I shall leave you with my leader quotes I posted…not that he will think it pertains to him.  Since his head is so far up his ass.

Grinds my Gears: Lazy Charge

So we have a charge nurse that really was good at his job.  He applied to flight nursing and was declined due to his weight.  He is about 70 lbs. over weight.  Yes this job can do this.  Why?  Because you are in a helicopter which can only allow a certain amount of weight on board.  You never know what size your patient is going to be so they can help manage the weight by controlling how much the nurse and paramedic weigh.  Anyway ever since he was unable to get his dream job he has really slacked off.  I mean he literally sits around and plays on his phone, looks at car parts on eBay or house shops online.  Even during the busiest times of the night.  This really irks me.  What irks me more is that he has been schedule to do triage and he find every opportunity to avoid it.  His main excuse was that he is bad luck in triage.  If he goes out there 10 more sign in.  Well that’s changed now I am the black cloud of triage.  In fact one doctor will ask me when am I scheduled for triage in hopes he will be gone before that.  It’s not like I get backed up.  They just seem to all load off a bus or something.  Anyway besides the laziness he is trying to take most of the credit.  He will sit there all night plugging in the vital signs from the monitor and checking our charts.  He does help catch mistakes.  He then “knows” the patients yet he never set foot in the room.  When day shift comes in he rattles off report like he actually did something.  This seriously pisses me off.  He is a great guy outside of work.  We all figured he was burnt out and upset about the job loss.  However this has been going on for MONTHS now.  I really don’t want to rat him out. Because I don’t want to make it worse.  So do I confront him or go straight to the boss?  I am not the only one that has seen this.

Let the shit hit the fan

So as I was saying that buying this house has seriously been a nightmare.  But I really wasn’t expecting my neighbors (family member) to join in the fun of it.  Apparently we pissed said neighbor when the surveyor came and place our little stakes in the ground.  He was upset to find out that he didn’t own as far back as he thought.  Well after the nightmare that day that the bank did to us the dealer sent out the contractor to stop by.  That way he could see if there will be anything in the way of placing our home on our land.  For instance we have a building and a barn that they have to pull this monstrosety through.  We the contractor was measuring the driveway to see if there would be enough room.  The asshole   neighbor came flying out of his house along with his one-legged heifer wife.  They started yelling and saying that not one wheel of their truck will touch his land.  Blah blah blah and how he owns most of the driveway.  Which I believe he is full of shit.  So now we have to remove a tree so we can get our house to our land.  WTF.  He would rather kill a tree than harm his grass?  Grass not shrubs, flowers or anything that might get damage.  Grass and btw sand.  Where the drive washes out at the bottom of the hill.   He is such an a-hole aw hell he is the whole flipping ass.  So I thought that would be the end of it.
Nope my father in law went down to try to talk sense into his brother.  Boy that went over like a turd in a punch bowl.  His one-legged heifer  called the cops.  Cried and said that her husband was being beaten up.  Really?  You had to hide behind your woman’s skirt?  Awwww…are we a pussy?    
Anyway my father in law pretty much told the officer of his harassment of the kids, the name calling and the flipping of the bird.   The cop tells him that he might be able to get along with his neighbors better if he stopped acting that way.
So what does he do?  After the cop leaves he takes tent stakes and stake off his land.   And places a tent stake in the drive way.   Now I don’t know about you but I don’t drive with a flipping magnify glass.  Who the hell is going to see that?  My tire which will probably receive a flat.  Hope he like’s purchasing new ones.  After all is said and done he wanted my father in law to shake his hand.  WTF?  Nothing was solved. 
As soon as I got home from the grocery store my father in law had to show me how I need to drive up the drive way from this day forward.  I told my father in law I would try that but in the freaking dark I will never see that stake.  I also told him I plan to sue when it damages my car.  He instructed that I needed to be nice so as I don’t upset him worse.  Who the effin cares.  I don’t.  In fact I am thinking about placing a nice compost pile at the borderline of our property.  Maybe placing a fan to wharf the smell directly to his screened in back porch.   Or hello the dog kennels so they can bark at him the entire time he is working in the garden.  UGH!  But I won’t I still have to live here.  Though I am tempted to call the law every time he drives since I know he is most likely intoxicated.  But if he keeps cat calling my kids while they wait for the bus I am calling the law….oh and the stake now has a bucket over it.  I guess my FIL told him about the lawsuit…it amazes me the comments I hear about this family member and how no likes him.  Yet they still hang around him. 
I figure the water meter will be the next big hurdle.  Since it’s on his piece of land.  I did love my FIL telling him he could get his damn mail box of his land then.

House of horror: Signing nightmare

Really...?  Suppose to sign Friday.  We were 15mins away from the company when the bank called our dealer to tell him there was a flaw in our paper work and it would be 3 more days before we could sign.  She tried to say that it was because our percentage rate went down.  However that was incorrect.  After once again going up the ladder of bosses.  Found out the my loan officer dropped the ball.  She filed the wrong papers.  Then had us sign the wrong ones.  We had to resign discloser papers and there is a 3 day waiting period.  So now it’s been pushed off for Wednesday.  I did receive a 75 dollar gas card.  I was also told that no matter what it took we would sign Wednesday.  Meaning they would meet us in our town this time.  Instead of us traveling over a hour away.  They told the company to pay the notary what ever to get this done.  Want my opinion they should helicopter and deliver to my house as much problems I have had with Vanderbilt bank.  Never use them…EVER
On the lighter side of things our house is been manufactured and arrived on the lot while we were waiting to hear back from Vice president of bank.  So we got to tour the house.  Well pieces of it.  We were able to see our living room, one of the kids rooms, the guest bathroom, master bedroom, the kitchen and utility room.  The only thing we didn’t get to see was the master bath, kids closet and one other bedroom.   Here is a pic of the wall and crown molding.   color of the carpeting.
   Color of the wood flooring. 

It did make us feel a little better that the house was in.  The sad part is it’s ready and the bank can’t get off their ass to get the papers sign.  It’s like telling a fat kid here’s some cupcakes but you can’t eat them…grrr
I swear if they mess up Wednesday someone might have to bail me out!

House of Horror

So I have yet to get my house.  If it’s not one road block it’s another.  After the company that makes the house finally got the blue prints done and approved by me the bank let the paper lapse.  Meaning I had to turn in more information since it expired on  July 5th.  You would think the stupid bank would have sent me a message so I could get these items yet again.  Nope and now they needed social security cards.  My husband has no idea where his is.  Wonderful right?  Meaning yet again we would be delayed.  The bank loan lady also mention that if we got delay to much more all the paper work and loan would have to be done again.  Including the appraisal.  Which already cost 400 dollars the first time around.  So I became highly enraged and called the bank and spoke to the boss.  I explained that she should have sent out a letter for me to get the expired papers when it expired 3 weeks ago.  Plus she should have mentioned months ago that we needed our social security cards.  I told him that the whole deal was getting ready to expire and there would be no way to get to closing on the weekend.  I told him he better figure something out before it expired.  Because if I had to do everything over it will be with a different bank.
So that evening he called back.  It was at the closer.   Next day it was at the last stage but got delayed because something needed to be approved by the court.  Good grief.  This wasn’t the banks fault the court waited forever to send the paper back.  So finally we having a closing date!  It will be Friday.  I will be going there first thing in the am when I get home from working nights.  But hell I can lose a little sleep just to complete this stupid pain in the ass deal. 
Next part….is the building, grading and moving of stuff…

Unprotected Sex

No matter how protected you are some asshole seems to find away around your protection.  Apparently my computer has been using not strong enough protection.  My machine has gotten a virus off the net.  Wonderful right?  These dweebs that have nothing better to do that write programs to mess up people lives.  The working person, the blogger, the mother or just the average joe is the ones who get these diseases.  Why don’t they harass jackasses that really deserve it.  They could dish it out as punishment.  Hmm so you were visiting a porn site?  How to build a bomb site?  Bamm congratulations you have just received a nice internet disease.  Have fun surfing the net now.  Hmm wouldn’t that be even better for the stalkers out there?  The jack ass ex’s or hmm my boss.  Ok I know that’s wrong.  It’s just annoying to know that I had to have my computer completely redone.  Thank God I pay for the extra coverage.  So everything was covered.  Only problem is that I have to reload all my programs like, Msn messenger, itunes and many others.  Not to mention half the games I play.  Fun fun…At least my window’s live writer is up and running.  Not to mention Google chrome remembers all my bookmarks and websites that I have saved due to my Google plus account.  That was great since I have a lot of my favorite blogs I read on them.

Grinds My Gears:House aggravation

Okay I am at the point I don’t want a damn house.  The guy from the first place is raising Cain to the Norris dealerships.  (The type of housing we are going with).  First at the on in one city.  So no one would help the salesman at the one I am currently going through.  So he switched plants…same issue! This Asshole has eyes somewhere in the Norris plant apparently and caught wind that I was getting a Norris somewhere else.  He called that plant manager and they refused to help the guy I am working with.  Stated that they didn’t want to get into the middle of a sales war and if he went through their plant then need to get all the sales profits.  Even though  ugh my guy has done all the leg work.  SO 1 effing day before we close we are switching companies from a Norris to a clayton Rutledge. Pushing yet again our closing date.  This plant will still build the exact layout.  However once again on my day off I had to pick colors out and wait for a new closing date.
And all my man can say is “see maybe we shouldn’t get a place”
kill me now!
Dear God, please grant me patience today, because if you grant me strength, I'm going to need your help to hide the bodies. Amen!

Neck update

So I woke up on Monday in a whole lot of pain.  Tried to get in with the doctor.  No such luck so I had to call in.  I went on Tuesday only to get bad news.  Apparently my ability to turn my head and raise my arms has gotten worse.  She asked me had I been doing my light duty.  Pfft light duty.  I told her I was an ER nurse there is no light duty especially on night shift where we have less staff.  Yes I haven’t been lifting, pushing or pulling more than 20 lbs.  I have been on mandatory overtime.  Which means I work 36 hours and 50 the other week.  All of the stuff I need to do my job is above my head and it’s impossible for me to get other nurses to help me there.   I mean my crew is awesome and help me in a pinch.  But with us already running around with our head cut off I can get them to help me get a freaking gown down.  Really?  I already feel useless as it is. So the Doctor was worried that I might makes things worse under the stress of the job, the extra hours and the fact I work night shift.  Which makes it hard to stay on my meds.  Most of which make me drowsy well at least the muscle relaxer do.  I request no narcotics.  I was using toradol which is a miracle drug.  Only problem my stomach hates it.  So muscle relaxers and NSAIDS to help.  Since the new med Mobic isn’t working she put me on Ultram.  Another great med.  But it also causes drowsiness.  So it’s good for that reason that I was put out of work.  Means I can get some much needed relief.  I just hope my coworker don’t get upset with me because I not working.  I already feel like a slacker as it is.  I don’t think some realize just how much pain I was in.  I tried to stay cheery and myself only to find myself in the bathroom in tears because I was hurting so bad.  I truly did try to  hang on as long as I could.  I know I am a grown adult and should careless what people think.  But when it comes to my job I want to get along with everyone.  Makes it easier to love you job.  If you cause to much of a stir and cause drama makes you hate your job even more.  So I am stuck home for 2 weeks…I hate that since I am such a social person.  But the good thing is I have time to blog and catch up on blogs.  Not to mention visit my favorite forum JUN.  Bad thing is no gym, no work, no lifting anything greater than 5 lbs. ( my little dog is not happy) and no contact with my friends…cause most of those people I work with…

I need a real man

WARNING THIS IS A RANT…WARNING THIS IS A RANT
WARNING THIS IS A MAN BASHING RANT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Okay I know this isn’t the 50’s and we have woman's rights and all that crap but some days all I want is my man to grow some balls and be a man.  Is that too much?  I work 36 hours one week and almost 50 the next week.  I do the anything that is related to the dentist,doctor or school appointments for the kids.  The house that we are getting?  I got the 40 pieces of papers needed to get the loan.  I looked at 30 different home by myself till I got it down to 2.  I battled with 4 different loans till I found the right one.  I am the one that takes the dogs to the vet, walk and bathe them. I vacuum, dust, spring clean the house, laundry, the bills. I am the one that gets all the gifts for Christmas, birthdays, and holidays.  I am the Easter bunny and Santa.  I take my car to get the oil change, tires rotated and parts fixed.
We do share the cooking chore.  His father takes the trash off.  He only mows when the grass is 1 foot tall.  So you would think I wouldn’t get cussed out for asking him to take the loan papers to the post office to get the postage paid. I can help that I have to sleep before I go into work. 
You would think he could take and hour and half out of his day off to take my car to get the part replaced so I could sleep because I just got home at 7am from work.  No he bitched that it wasn’t part of his plan for the day?  Part of your plan? WTF really what was your plan?  Oh you wanted to sleep before we go drop off more info on our house.  Because I needed    made you to go do the man part of the loan on your day off?  WTF  I don’t ask for him to do much so for one FREAKING time it would be nice if he would refrain from cussing and just say sure dear I would be happy to take care of that for you. 
Nothing pisses me off more than when I am cleaning the house and you disappear and reappear when it’s completed or even worse when your sitting on you ass in your recliner and after everything is done you ask what can I do.  You can go back outside before I hit you with this frying pan.
I spend my other time trying to go to the gym to stay in shape, balance time with the kids, and time with the man.
Oh and somewhere in all this woman’s work I have to make time to do my wifely duty.  When all I really want to do is smother you with your pillow…grrr
So MAN up and do the man shit.  Because you are so lacking in that dept.  Going outside and planting flowers doesn’t count.  That’s a hobby.  It would be nice for you to replace the faucet on the tub that was bought at Lowes by me 5 months ago that still hasn’t been put on.  The roof that still needs to be sealed.  The front porch mess that you make that needs to be addressed.  And don’t even get me started on cleaning your truck and car out.  Both smell like ass and nasty dog.  I have only begged, pleaded, bitched and threatened for you to get done.  Especially on your vacation where all you did was nap, ride your bike, hunt and watch the boob tube.   I was off work 2 days and did more than you did the entire week off asshole.  I only gave you that one chore to do on your vacation and you never completed.  Oh and to add to the list…I am the one that always calls, plans and pays for our vacation getaways.  Because I really don’t think you have a clue how to use the credit card or phone.

Okay I feel better…

The Horror Home

Yes that’s exactly what buying a home is like..a nightmare or even some type of horror movie.  So we own our land and thought lets build.  But with all the horror stories I already heard we decided to go with a Modular.  Though to me when you look a ranch style modular it still looks like a double wide.  Except you get a deed instead of a title and its 15,000 dollars more.  The first place we started at had a loan for 6.5% and she had us deed our new land before we got started.  Cost us 650 dollars.  Only to be told that we would have to redo it because the new land needed to be deeded with the old land.  So we took our business elsewhere.  Which was a good move on our part because I found out from one of my docs I work with that I should be able to get a cheaper % rate.  Which I was able to get.  4.5%  So the loan was ready to go.  Found the house of our dreams.  Especially the kitchen.  But I had a back up with another company just in case. Which was smart on my part because the Nightmare is the salesman.
He never calls me when he says he will.  Email pfft never.  The second house we like the salesman he calls, emails and keeps me in the loop what is next.  Unfortunately the 2nd house is all on paper.  The model is so new there is no pictures or model to walk through.  Which makes me a little leery.
Back to the asshole salesman.  The handyman was suppose to stop by on a Friday to appraise the tin can and look at the land to get ideas on the driveway.  He was a no show.  We reschedule for the next Friday.  The asshole salesman was suppose to call Monday to let me know what time Friday.  No call.  I call him Wednesday.  He will call Thursday no call.  I call him FRIDAY morning.  Oh yea he is coming I will let you know when.  PFFT hell no.  The guy called and said I will be there in an hour.  I got my quote for my monthly payment.  We were really happy.  But the loan lady made it sound like it was the Giles model and not the Norris model I was quoted.  When I try to get verification from the salesman I got put off or the subject changed.  Oh we are still waiting for the plans…blah blah blah.  Even worse oh your salesman is off the entire weekend.  Then I call Monday oh he came in on Friday but took Monday off.

Well the nice salesman I let him know that we really like the other layout and feel a little apprehensive about purchasing a house we can’t walk through.  So he asked me which house. Good new he can get that model.  So I faxed everything I had and talked to my loan lady.  Yes I can switch my salesman without messing up my loan.  AWESOME.

So now I had kept them both going.  I want the best deal and the person who can get my payment under 600 a month get me.  Or so that was my plan.  Till the new nice salesman started showing me just how the other place is hoodooing me.  First the “plans” the asshole salesman was waiting on the nice salesman got from Norris company.  So there’s another lie.  There is a 15,000 dollar difference in the price and the nice salesman isn’t sure how the asshole is getting my monthly payment where I want it.  He tried to get it that low and was unsuccessful.  But he was honest and gave other suggestions to help cut some costs.

I went back to the assholes asked to see the estimated cost and monthly payments.  Now my asshole salesman is telling me his boss has been working on the figures and he is on vacation.  I do love what the nice salesman said.  They can not take personal information out of the office.  So my papers were there and the asshole is full of shit.  What really aggravates me is the asshole has my 250 dollars for my appraisal fee.  I really need to get it back.  I don’t know if my dream house is worth putting up with these liars.  The nice salesman seems to think they will drag it out till they wear me out and I agree to some ridiculous monthly payment.  Even though I told that that would not happen.  That if in the end we don’t get my monthly payment I will walk.
I have great credit and a fantastic loan why the hell these idiots won’t be honest with me irks the crap out of me.   So after having my hubby with me this time he is in agreeance that this guy has to go.  Even if we lose our dream home and have to get second best.  So I will be calling Monday for them to refund my money.  The nice salesman told me if he tries to keep my money let him know he had the main managers number.  Plus it’s against their policy to keep the money.  But the nice salesman really thinks he will try to bluff me so that I stay.

 So buying a house is a pain in the ass.  I have been “in process” since NOVEMBER.  There is no ground even broken yet.  At this rate it will be Christmas before I get my new home.  This is so frustrating.

There not mine...but

I have kids and I have at least taught them basic manners and etiquette. It's becoming harder and harder for me to keep my mouth shut anymore. I think the older I get the more I am becoming like my father. I am not afraid to voice my opinion anymore. Dealing with other peoples rude kids on a daily basis is really testing my patience. I am so tired of hearing excuses of why their children act the way they do. Anywhere from oh it's their moms fault for spoiling them or their dads fault for not being more active in their life. Let's not forget the favorite one of mine kids will be kids. Now mind you my kids are far from perfect. I still struggle with grade, gossip and bickering. However you will never see them climbing all over the furniture in restaurants or yelling and crying during a movie.

For example as i sit here in Starbucks 2 preteen girls are yammering at the top of their lungs and jumping from chair to chair. While i watch the look of disgust from the surround tables of people who are trying to work on homework. Others who are trying to finish up work emails or just wanting to enjoy some down time. I come to Starbucks to blog, read, Facebook check or just simply relax before work. These kids are being really rude running around and carrying on like 3 yr olds. Where is the parents? The 2 moms are talking with each other and pretending their kids are not with them.

Some of it these issues is that we are so in tuned without electronics that we ignore our children. I saw one lady busy yacking on phone while her kid, age 2 or so, was wandering around playing with the handicap button on the door. While I was in line at the store I was watching the kid thinking I could possibly catch the kid before she got into the road. Since at any time she could run out the door and into traffic. What is wrong with people today? I don't think people discipline their kids anymore either. They are too afraid to hurt their self esteem. The only way to build a great self esteem is character building. If everything is handed to them in the beginning of their life when they get out into the real world they will have no idea how to cope. Ideal with those rejects at work everyday. These 19 yr olds on disability for anxiety who have never been in the real world. Now I am not knocking anxiety it is a real disease. However because we are sheltering our children too much they don't have the skills to cope with everyday tasks or jobs. Well i didn't go to work because the boss hurt my feelings. I am not a people person because all my life I only communicated with my xbox and can't have real live conversations. Ugh. Irks the crap out of me. These are the people who will be taking care of our generation when we get older. Scary! I hope buy then they have robot CNAs. Because if I crap my diaper I know theatre all going to stand around and say I am not changing that. I don't like the smell. What how did you deal with you children's diapers? Oh my mom raised my kids cause I wasn't ready for them yet. Wow!

So for the love of God pay attention to your kids because the rest of the world is tired of babysitting. We are tired or listening to them are screaming and throwing their tantrums. Stop using the excuse I pick my battles. Because if you don't start acting like a parent you will have contributed to the downfall of this country. It's not cute when they act bad. You may laugh and say isn't funny that they Said shit? Um no makes them sound inbred and uneducated. It's not cute when they scream mine mine mine like this 8 yr old in Walmart I saw trying to take her toy from her 3 yr old brother. If you can't control your kids maybe you should keep them home. Because if not I may just tell you like I did the woman in the movies. If they dont get their kids for behind us from kicking and carrying on I will move down 4 rows where the parents are sitting and kick their seats though out the movie. Glad they heard me since I bitched loud enough. They removed their brats from behind me. Oh and by the way the ER is not the place to bring your children. Letting them run around and play in the floor where poop and pee and other germs are is just sick. If they are healthy keep them home because bringing them to the ER where sick people go will = sick kids 3 days later.

Do your job raise your kids. Nobody else wants to do your job.


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English Please

I get really tired of having to push one for English.  I know that most of these calls are based out of India but there are still a good number that are not.  I am in the US I should not have to push 1 for english.  But today of all days I really had enough.  Let’s start with my dilema.  I have a Nook and love it.  I was downloading books for the kids at christmas time and used my credit card and a American express gift card.  Well I figured that if I had an issues it would be with my gift card.  Especially since most places give you a hard time about American Express.  Apparently I didn’t have any problem with the gift cards but the books I bought with my credit/debit card would not open up on my nook.  Which was weird especially since the books were on the other 3 nooks linked to  my account and my IPAD.  On my nook it kept prompting my name and credit card number.   It has never done that in the year that I have owned my nook.  So I call press 1 for English and get a spanish speaking person who I can barely understand.  I know that 1 for English means so I can understand right?  Unless it’s for them to understand.  Which she did not.  Not to mention her thick accent made it too hard for me to understand her.  So I try 3 times to get her to understand to no avail.  So tries to tell me to try this and that.  I hang up with her accomplishing nothing other than loss of time and increase aggravation.  I call back.  Holy crap and English speaking person hot damn.  Which I am shock and apparently my brain forgot to keep my comment to myself.  I announce Yea! Someone who speaks English.  He laughs and then a tad embarrassed I explain why I said that and then my issue.  In less than 10 mins I have my 2 books on my nook.  Now how hard was that people?  If you give English speaking Techs to English speaking customers the problem gets solved faster.  Rocket Science!

Hello and Happy New Year

I hate this time of year.  But not as bad as the crazy grouchy shoppers of Christmas. Glad that is over.  You know the time of year I am talking about where people make their New Year resolutions and in about oh 3-4 months forget all about what they were changing or doing. Then you have the Dieters who start up after the first of the year making the gym impossible to work out at.  I have been redoing weight watchers since October and yes I took 2 weeks off during the holidays.  I was surprised that I didn’t gain especially after all the stupid twix and cookies I ate.  But anyway this is the time of the year where you want to make changes.  I say bleck to that so here is to more bitching, complaining and craziness of my life.  I have plenty of unwritten blogs that I should have written over the holiday crazy but was busy trying to hold down the fort.  So I hope you enjoy the next few days of my whininess.  At least I am forewarning you. 

Congrats you get the Giant douche award

Okay so my husband has been an ass lately. But the last 2 weeks has earned him the giant douche award. We have been married 10 yrs. now and he has never been a jealous man. Or at least he never has acted like a jealous ass. But the ugly green eyed monster appeared . I was invited to a pool party by some female coworkers but because there might be a few males their he went bezerk. So much as I don’t want you to parade around in your bikini in front of them. Um what the hell. I look like a whale in it anyway. Plus did I mention he was invited to go? And the guy he is jealous of I swear he is gay plus he is 21 …um ewwww. He just didn’t want to go because he had to work the next day. WTH! So okay it was the first time I had really had a bikini since I lost some weight. In fact I bought it for our beach trip. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt and let it slide. Till today…when he actually got upset over a Facebook status! The night nurses went out for breakfast together. Me being the fb addict that I am posted my location from using the places tag on my phone. Tagged my coworker. Yea well 2 of them were men and he had to point out that it appeared bad to other? what others? And when have I ever given a flippy f@@k? OH! You mean YOUR nosey family my old jealous douche. Don’t worry I block them from seeing my location anyway. Oh and I notice that one of my coworker (male) untagged himself from the restaurant location. Guess his wife is a jealous green eye douche too.
***note to Giant Douche: I really don’t want another man. In fact if things go sour I plan to live single for the rest of my life.

Alcohol: it's what's for dinner

Well apparently some men cannot live without alcohol.  Of course this family always points to other members in the family because they are the “alcoholics” and the accusers are not.  No matter how much education that I have I apparently have no clue what constitutes as an alcoholic.  So blogger buddies…tell me what you think is an alcoholic?  Because I am at my wits end with this family of drunks.  One hides his booze and think no one knows that he drinks.  The other likes to raid his stash to get drink his alcohol or visits each of the family drunks to get his alcohol because heaven forbid he buy it himself. There’s another who’s girlfriend is at fault that why he drinks even more.  Now mind you she is a drunk too because many of us have had to “stop by” and pick her arse up out of the floor because she got too drunk to stand.  Not that she could walk well in the first place.  But the one that chaps my ass the most.  Is the one that doesn’t drink hard liquor.  He drinks at least 6 beers to 9 a day.  Heaven forbid its his day off because he will start at 10am and not figure out why I get pissed that it’s a little to early don’t ya think?  But what do I know?  I only see the drunks in the ER, the causes of too much alcohol over the years, the wonderful people they end up with because the smart people left their ass a long time ago.  So quit bitching that we might leave you and cheat on you.  We won’t be leaving for that reason. We are going to leave you because you cheated on us with alcohol.  You know the thing you can’t live without.  It’s the first thing on your lips in the morning and the last on you way to bed.  We are tired of the beer breath and that can glued to your hand. Sick of you not remembering conversations from the night before or just being plain mean.  We are fed up with your excuses.  Great it tastes good whoop dee do.  I love brownies but I don’t eat a pan of them every night.

4 letter word

Nope not shit, not hell…the word is SNOW. I am so tired of mother nature’s mood swings, multiple personalities or just plain bitchiness. Its march..hello! Time for the snow to pack it’s crap and move up north somewhere. What makes things worse is the beautiful weekends of 70 degree weather on MY WORK weekend. Now that I have my 3 day weekends its freezing and planning on snowing. One inch I know but still. I am trying to lose more weight and its hard to get active when you can’t even get out of the house.
SO please ENOUGH WITH THE SNOW!

Jump aboard the crazy train

Good grief. I swear the last 3 days of work have almost killed me. I hate midshift. Hate it! You come in running and leave still running. I could actually say that most of the patients that I have taken care of were actually sick. I think we were all running around with our head cut off. I got to see my first GI bleed. Got to put an NG tube down his nose to help suck out all the blood. But the poor thing was throwing up blood faster than we could get tube down. Had to have some assistance. It was amazing just how busy it can get. There was no time really to help each other because everyone was drowing. All of the rooms were full with 14 in waiting. Doctors barking out orders and nurses tempers flaring. I would no longer stick a patient, send the blood off, get them to pee in a cup, push meds. I was doing it all over again. Or admitting patients only to get chewed out by ICU nurses that were pissed because I was bringing them another patient. Why they think I just spend my day planning on ways to make their suck is beyond me. I don’t admit them…the doctor does. I just deliver them where they are suppose to go. I never could understand why ICU nurses and ER nurses can’t get along but I swear the more nice I try to be the more I get bitch at sheesh. I am really glad that I have the next few days off. I need to recuperate and get my shoulder to stop aching.