Merde.

Screwed up at work the other night. And it was my 4th bad night at work in a row, so I ended up going home early, due to feeling so lousy, leaving with my understanding supervisor's words "sleep it off" following me. The three nights preceding last night were messes that I shouldn't have had to clean up, even covering the ER. But the 4th night was my fault. I can come up with excuses for my mistake, such as never really having done a patient room by myself, or feeling rushed & panicked because I was told a new patient was on their way up... But in the end, it's still my fault. Just a boneheaded stupid mistake. Hopefully nothing will come of it.

I spoke to a friend about it, another housekeeper who got hired the same date as I. She said that if the nursing staff can leave doors open to rooms of patients who tested positive for TB, and not tell the housekeepers or have signs put up warning people, then they shouldn't give me any flak for my incident (which didn't involve TB, by the way).

Luckily tonight was much better. It was long, due to going in an hour early to make up for leaving early the night before. Also, I received 2 "Be A Star" (above & beyond) cards. The other day I was asked to keep an eye out for a diamond that had come off someone's wedding band. They all figured it was long gone, but lo & behold, I found it. Go me.

A Chorus of Supposes

My current music liking is the first two songs from Elbow's album "The Seldom Seen Kid." I had the intention of listening to the whole album to get accustomed to every song but... that 'back' button seems to keep getting pressed.

I first learned of Elbow when I heard them on an episode of Rescue Me. The song was "Grounds For Divorce" and it accompanied the scene perfectly. Since then, which was probably over a year ago, it has been my favorite. However, I think "Starlings" and "The Bones of You" are just a few 'back' button presses away from taking the lead.

Oh. And they're British. Like you care.

Have had some interesting dreams lately. I got shot in one. (Not the first one I've had where that's happened.)

I have been reading A Study In Scarlet, which is the first Sherlock Holmes book. Perhaps it's just the convenience of having it wherever I go, since it's on my phone, but I seem to be reading it regularly. I used to read all the time. Growing up, I would spend hours of my day in my room with a book, sunflower seeds, and mountain dew. Completely satisfied. Now, however, I don't know what my deal is. I don't know if I just can't get into the books I choose, or I get bored... I received Stephen King's 'Under the Dome' for Christmas, which is over 1,000 pages, probably the lengthiest, if not, close to, books I've ever had. Got through it without a problem. Kept me interested the whole time. Wish I could get through all novels like that.

Ah... Success. I'm on song 5. Another song I've come to like. "An Audience With The Pope." Too bad I don't have better persuasion methods. I'd get people to listen to these songs.

I have been searching for Michael Hutchence's solo album. It seems to be quite unpopular, judging my how little success I've had in finding it. It's not even on iTunes! My last resort is to pay too much for it, and then the shipping too. Michael Hutchence was the lead singer of INXS, whose biggest hit (late 80's) was probably Need You Tonight. He has a tragic story and death, which is also perhaps a bit of a mystery, which always seems to interest me. (So did Sid Vicious.)

I have succeeded in not typing about what I intended to, which probably had more of a bitching and moaning vibe. Music has, once again, come to my aid.

More Please

I'm listening to my child's Speech Therapy session. The therapist is rea-HEALLY pissing him off today. Keeps taking away his sippy cup, trying to get him to say or signal "more please." Instead of saying "bad idea lady" I'm keeping my mouth shut. (She's new.)

Got a job a few months ago, at the hospital here. It's alright. I don't really like the hours, but they seems to work best with our family schedule. And the paycheck is extremely nice to have. My first full-time job, other than the girl scout camp counselor job I did the summer I graduated.

I'm also taking one class that is in session 2 mornings a week. I'm in pursuit of a Surgical Tech certificate. However, I have recently been told that after working a year at the hospital, I can transfer out to other departments, and people have been transferring to be Surg Techs without any training. Kinda makes this schooling seem pointless. I'm not saying that furthering my education is pointless, just that taking classes for something that is hiring untrained people seems a bit useless. Maybe it'll help my chances of successfully transferring.

The weather is finally warming up. As it does every year, it seemed to have a difficult time making up its mind at first. A warm day, then three cold, then two more warm, a warm rainy day, the next day it would freeze...

I miss having friends. I'm very glad to have someone at home to talk to and spend time with, and I don't know what I'd do without him. But it would still be nice to have an outside friend or group of friends to do things with. And since I'm either working, sleeping, or catching up on cleaning at home, I'll probably continue to be without.

Not really anything else to tell, so guess this entry will end on a depressing note. Sorry.

December Begins, School Ends

I'm currently watching the anime Lupin the Third. I've been told that it's a horrible anime, but it's the only one I've ever watched. Back in my early high school days, I believe it was on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim. Yes, bad taste is apparently my nature, according to some people. I call it being eclectic.

Finals are upon me at school. I have finished my online class, ending with a C. That works. My fourth and last essay for English class is due tomorrow. As usual, I don't think I did very well. However, the lowest grade I have gotten for an essay is a 90%. Maybe I'll get lucky again.

My favorite cuisine, Mongolian bbq, used to be a rare thing for me, since there isn't a local restaurant that serves it. But a couple weeks ago I tried making it here at home, and it turned out quite well, so it's more of a regular thing now. Stir fry noodles, bell peppers, onions, oyster sauce, teriyaki sauce, baby corn, scallions, chicken... Yum. And easy to make.

Christmas is less than a month away. We haven't done anything yet, other than talk about what to get our little one. I guess our Christmas tree will only be up a few days right around the 25th since he'll likely be knocking it over repeatedly.

Yesterday was the last day of November and the first day of snow for around here. It was quite cold, but the snow was very minute, and it didn't stick. I don't mean to sound disappointed. Snow around here can be kinda treacherous, at least when it comes to travel. There's still plenty of winter for the accidents and panicked drivers to thrive.

That is all.

Red

This past weekend, I was supposed to go camping with some people. Those plans got canceled at the last minute, so instead I went to Springfield, ate, saw a movie, and went to a club of sorts that I had never been to.

The movie I saw was Red. (Retired, Extremely Dangerous.) It was awesome. Bruce Willis washis usual suave self, Helen Mirren was great as a trigger-happy ex-CIA agent, and John Malkovich probably had the best part. He was absolutely insane. Hilariously insane, though. Completely paranoid, carrying around a pink stuffed pig, which was later revealed to be hiding a rather large gun. It's something that I must immediately buy as soon as it comes out on dvd.

The previews before the movie looked good. Although I can only remember 2 of them. One is Unstoppable, with Denzel Washington and Chris Pine (Kirk from the new Star Trek) and is about a train. The other was one I had seen before, The Green Hornet. I can't tell if it's going to be any good or not. But it bugs me that I can't remember the other previewed movies.

Oh! And I got to see Conan O'Brien's new commercial on the movie screen! The one where he drives an explosives-packed car over a cliff. I had seen it before, on youtube, but nothing compares to seeing it on the movie screen.

Adieu.

Hare

I think that I have stopped kidding myself that I'm an artist. I may have had a few noteworthy works in my high school days, but not anymore. I try too hard, therefore the results are crap. And sometimes I wait for inspiration to come, and it never arrives.

Mid-term has come and gone. My grades were satisfactory. I guess the hours upon hours of homework and stress paid off. My reward to myself, since there was no interest in celebration, was a couple of hard ciders and a movie at home.

You would think that when your grandmother tells you how proud she is of you for the profession you're training for, you would feel good about yourself. Instead, pessimistic me, I only feel the dread of failure and disappointment when I do something to screw it up. The more pride people have in you, the greater their disappointment.

My Halloween costume sits beside my bed in a heap. I had been looking forward to getting ahold of that particular costume for some time, and now that I have it, I can't help but wonder if I'll have a reason to wear it.

Still Here

Tomorrow begins week 7 of school. I've made it this far. Barely. I have been behind in my Psychology class, which is Human Relations in the Workplace. It's open learning, so it's at my own pace, which is obviously problematic. My own pace is slooow when I have 3 other classes. And next month, October, will be a busy one. A camping trip, a wedding, Halloween... I should be kicking into overdrive to get ahead, but motivation is nowhere to be found.

My computers class is frustrating. The class is 2 days a week. The first day is lectures, and the second is labs and assignments. Yet, none of the labs and assignments have anything to do with the lectures. Then the other day I left my flash drive plugged into the computer I use. It's most likely long gone.

In English class, we had a 100-point, 800-word narrative essay due about a week ago. Right after we handed them in, we started getting lectured on how to do an informative essay. Which will need to be 1,000 words. Oi.

Ah, I mentioned Halloween a bit ago. I bought my costume the other day. Mrs Freddy Krueger. I love it. The hat is rather large, but oh well. My kid's costume is a basic one, nothing special, because it was pretty much the only thing in his size. However, it does suit him.