Plans for today were a complete nogo, and I lost a save file for one game to an unknown reason, and a couple hours progress on another game due to the xbox freezing up. This day was not a good one.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Flaming sniffles. Every now and then when I try to stop being a nocturnal creature, I end up getting the sniffles for a couple of months until my body readjusts.
(and then I go spoil the entire process by staying up late. I cannot get used to the idea of waking with the sun!)
It's been a terrible, terrible day full of sickness, breaking many, many things at work, and student loan issues. I bought a half-gallon of mint chocolate chip icecream and chocolate shell syrup, so I'm gonna go eat that and watch Shippuden for a couple hours than zonk out.
I liked your post, then I realised how terrible that sounded. I meant to just like the mint chocolate chip icecream part!
Haha. No biggies. The icecream was so good it made me want to play!
Edit: Oh man. Just to add to this day, I was fiddling with my wallet and found all the movies stubs I hid behind my driver's license and old student ID. They're from all the movies I saw with my ex. He broke up with me after I asked him to move in last August. He's been on my mind the past couple weeks... think I'm gonna go hide under the covers now x.x
Only myself and one other person for a total of ~15 rooms (30 people total), both of us quite new. This is my third week working as a CNA, third DAY I've ever been with this particular set of people. Same for the person I was working with, though she had been on that group perhaps... 5-6 days instead. We got ~4 of the SEVEN showers done, couldn't get everyone changed on last shift, couldn't get one person into bed before the end, couldn't finish putting everything in the charts. We're supposed to take a total of an hours break during our shift, two on-the-clock 15 minute breaks, one off-the-clock 30 minute break. I choked down some lasagna behind the nurses station while I charted, no breaks to speak of. I was lucky that it's nurse appreciation week and someone brought in an enormous lasagna for the staff, or I would have had to eat a bananna and eat when I got home.
All manner of crazy frustrations, from changing someone's sheets only to have them immediately soak them before we could get a brief on them, to fiddly stupid stuff with machines we're not really trained for (like special breathing treatment devices) stop working, or spilling all over the place. We had people who normally can bear at least some weight on their legs needing both of us to dead-weight lift and swivel them into place, and folk who normally mind their own business needing everything. We really should have closed the dining room down, I was the only certified body in that room (alone, and therefore required to stay there, unable to leave for the duration of the meal) with two helpers from administration/housekeeping (bless their souls) leaving a total of 2 people on the hallfor an entire half of a building, approaching 65 people.
I don't blame the poor residents, it's not their fault - It's the hiring/admissions/supplies department's fault. Some of the residents didn't get the care they deserve today, and that really sucks hard. Some days it's less bad and we have up to 50% more staff on duty and the work is managable and rewarding. Plenty of these residents are very sweet people (old and young) that give a lot of love and gratitude. Many of them are quite witty and funny, and almost all of them have interesting stories to tell. Other days, it's skeleton crew and you get run totally ragged. What really gets me is that tomorrow... there will be 3-4 more CNA staff in the building, 1 more nurse... and half as many showers to do. PLANNING.
CNAs / LNAs are pretty undervalued and overworked in a lot of homes. But that sounds like it's approaching levels of "if surveyors were to drop by for a visit, there would be some pretty major citations levied" levels of absurdity.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
BIG project due!
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Two weeks ago, I found out my student loans were transferred from PNC to Sallie Mae. Monday, I got a letter stating my account was delinquent and I was four months overdue. I was approved for an economic hardship deferment in December, to last until December of this year. Obviously, something was wrong.
I called Sallie Mae and was assured they'd be taking care of the situation. I received a letter today stating that my account had been reported to the credit bureau and my credit has been damaged. I am livid. I'm not sure if I'm most aggravated with Sallie Mae or most aggravated by the fact my loans were switched to them. I took them out through PNC specifically because every single person I know who has a loan through Sallie Mae has said their service is dismal.
At least I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. Maybe this, what I think is pneumonia, will finally go away.
Rant for computer problems. It's playing sound without me telling it to, which normally would make me think of malware, except that it seems to be playing the audio to crappy TV shows instead, complete with advertising interspersed between monologues about celebrity fashion.
Annoying because I do so hate having to fix these things.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Rant for computer problems. It's playing sound without me telling it to, which normally would make me think of malware, except that it seems to be playing the audio to crappy TV shows instead, complete with advertising interspersed between monologues about celebrity fashion.
Annoying because I do so hate having to fix these things.
Are you sure that it's not playing radio instead? Sometimes old speakers pick up radio signals and play them for you. Which is really annoying.
Radio hadn't occurred to me. I don't think I'd be able to tell the difference, really. The problem is new as of today, though, so I assume it's not a problem with the speakers being old.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Radio hadn't occurred to me. I don't think I'd be able to tell the difference, really. The problem is new as of today, though, so I assume it's not a problem with the speakers being old.
Problem just being noticed today != not old speakers, though; if the shielding's worn down on them, it very well could be something that has gradually been occurring and it just got severe enough to catch your attention.
I said goodbye to my best friend of 14 years, two years younger than my brother, and a great part of my life since I was 7 (I am now 21, going on 22) this morning at 11:13 AM.
It was for the best, her althritis was bad enough she could barely walk any longer, she had the big C, and dementia bad enough she would stay awake all night long growling at nothing.
I stayed in the room and had her head in my arms as she went I saw and felt her go, which is by far the most terrible thing I've ever witnessed.. It was peaceful, we couldn't justify allowing her to suffer any longer when there was no recovering with her age and history of having had heart worm. It doesn't hurt any less.
It does comfort me to know, though, that she can't suffer any of her issues anymore. She watched me and my brother grow up, she protected us, was there during the good and the bad. I can only be thankful for the time I had with her and move on from here.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
A couple months ago my girlfriend had to put her dog down, too. I'm a dog person as well, having grown up with them literally from the time I was born, but this was the first time I was present in the room. She held her best friend's head in her hands and watched her go, and I was crying as much as anyone. It's never easy, and I feel your pain.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
I'm definitely a dog person, as well – it doesn't help my family tends to pick short-lived breeds (mastiffs, usually 10-15 years life expectancy). When my childhood dog was put down (I was about 16) it was hard, but by the time the reality of the loss set in I was a bit older (it's strange – as I get older, my memories of the distant past get sharper but things like High School are a blur). My current boo is going on nine years old and, while he's expected to live another five to seven years, the idea of losing him is a very, very hard one. It's hard acknowledging he's going to stay with my family when I move (his nearly year old sister belongs to my mother, and they've grown very close, which is something too important to separate); the running remark in the family is that he's going to live forever, simply because we can't imagine our lives without him.
I can't begin to really fathom your pain, though, Aiyana – it'd be like losing everything I had in both of them, all at once. I tear up just thinking about it. I know you recognize her suffering has ceased, though, which is a fine thing. I also know you love her deeply and were forever changed and shaped because of her. No matter where you go in life, no matter how long it has been, she will always be with you in some part, because those influences – the pieces of 'her' that have helped shape you – will never dull, fade, nor go away. It's true of any loss, but I know it's truer for companions like this. Even at my worst, Bacchus was there, loving me and reminding me I have reasons to get up; when even that wasn't enough, Bacchus was willing to lay with me until it was. They love us unconditionally, and often more deeply than the people in our lives. I can only imagine what has transpired between you, as she has been with you for so long, though I imagine your two's bond was deeper than any.
I'm sorry you had to make and face that decision – I'm glad though, for both of you, that you were able to be there for her through to the end. I hope your heart does not ache overlong with the loss you've suffered, and instead finds solace in the memories and love you've had for fourteen strong years.
I remember when we put down my first dog. I was 8 years old and I was in the room as well. It was incredibly difficult for me. He was half chow, half cocker spaniel. He was old and in pain, and it was time. Didn't make it much easier though.I have had two other dogs die. One was put down at the age of 13, and the other died in an accident at less than a year of age. I wasn't present for either death, but I did personally bury both of them. I know the pain that comes with the loss of a dog. My prayers are with you.
I hate everything about living in West Virginia (again). Except the mountains. The very few of them that aren't missing the top half, that is.
I'm glad I studied what I love in college, but I wish more employers around here understood the value of a B.A. in philosophy. All this experience presenting countless hours of work on the metaphysics of quantum mechanics, the temporal preservation of the self, and personal identity before state congresses and various intellectuals just doesn't seem to count for shit around here.
I should have gotten an associate's degree in business. Three fewer years, easier work, and less debt, but maybe I'd have a job where I don't drive a forklift for minimum wage all day in a warehouse that can barely function.
Yesterday was my first day at a new internship. I was so overwhelmed that I spent the last two hours just opening random source code files on one of the virtual machines and pretending to read them. Then, I came home and realized that I really have no energy left for gaming, so I wanted to try to cancel my Iron Elite membership; I looked all over my credit card, bank, and payPal sites to see where I made the payment and how I could stop it and couldn't find it anywhere, so I assumed I'd already done it. Then I woke up this morning with an email receipt for an automatic payment to Lusternia...
Seriously I hate games that put in items that you can farm off certain people with a "slightly higher than abysmally low" drop rate. It scratches at my very nature to spend hours repeat killing the poor bugger.
The divine voice
of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations,
Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Life's been pretty terrible since Thursday, between sleepless nights, insane heat with no AC, crazy days at work involving mucho mucho fighting with office-folk, sick animals, sick me, and my good 'ole panic disorder that reared up in college deciding to worm its way back.
Here's the grand icing: the bear that ate our trash can still hasn't left and just chased me (and my dog) into the house.
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The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Annoying because I do so hate having to fix these things.
I said goodbye to my best friend of 14 years, two years younger than my brother, and a great part of my life since I was 7 (I am now 21, going on 22) this morning at 11:13 AM.
It was for the best, her althritis was bad enough she could barely walk any longer, she had the big C, and dementia bad enough she would stay awake all night long growling at nothing.
I stayed in the room and had her head in my arms as she went I saw and felt her go, which is by far the most terrible thing I've ever witnessed.. It was peaceful, we couldn't justify allowing her to suffer any longer when there was no recovering with her age and history of having had heart worm. It doesn't hurt any less.
It does comfort me to know, though, that she can't suffer any of her issues anymore. She watched me and my brother grow up, she protected us, was there during the good and the bad. I can only be thankful for the time I had with her and move on from here.
I remember when we put down my first dog. I was 8 years old and I was in the room as well. It was incredibly difficult for me. He was half chow, half cocker spaniel. He was old and in pain, and it was time. Didn't make it much easier though. I have had two other dogs die. One was put down at the age of 13, and the other died in an accident at less than a year of age. I wasn't present for either death, but I did personally bury both of them. I know the pain that comes with the loss of a dog. My prayers are with you.
I'm glad I studied what I love in college, but I wish more employers around here understood the value of a B.A. in philosophy. All this experience presenting countless hours of work on the metaphysics of quantum mechanics, the temporal preservation of the self, and personal identity before state congresses and various intellectuals just doesn't seem to count for shit around here.
I should have gotten an associate's degree in business. Three fewer years, easier work, and less debt, but maybe I'd have a job where I don't drive a forklift for minimum wage all day in a warehouse that can barely function.
Today sucks -.-
Gimmie.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Seriously I hate games that put in items that you can farm off certain people with a "slightly higher than abysmally low" drop rate. It scratches at my very nature to spend hours repeat killing the poor bugger.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!