So fucking tired

June 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

Friday, after work, I had work.  I hate that.  Not a good way to start a weekend.  On Saturday we went to see Snow White and the Huntsman…. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE!!!!  Why was it horrible?  I would like to blame Kristen Stewart, and she was horrible, but the worst part was like one person wrote the beginning (which was okay), another the middle (which was mind numbingly dull) and then another the end, which included a screeched speech meant to inspire the troops.  I think they only went to shut the bitch up.But apparently none of these three people spoke to each other and wrote independently, without a solid plot.  Plot-lines were abandoned without resolution.  total character turn abouts with no motivation or reason behind it.  So basically it sucked balls.  And before someone says it…. it sucks homeless old man who has not had a shower in eight years balls.

So Sunday I had to work night.  I am not a fan of the midnight to 6 shift.  But the worst thing was a 9:30 PM on call.  Which means, me trying to adjust my sleep schedule, because I have my “real” job on at 8AM.  So trying to sleep through the day, but then have to call in at 7:30, no to the oncall, come in at midnight.  So to try to go back to sleep…. Fuck I am tired.  One would think this means I slept like a baby last night…. nope.  Last night I tossed, I turned.  I was a miserable prick most of the day.  So here I am, going on about 2 hours last night.  It’s gonna be a hell of a day.
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I will not give cunt-face the satisfaction

May 29, 2012 § 10 Comments

So I did not quit my job.  I just was not going to do that.  This is to be my lesson in maturity and as my mom would stay “sticktoitiveness”  Cause, yeah, that is so a word.  I’ve decided I would be zen. I will let it all go and just

I smile, I am calm, I am competent and give each people a true customer service experience that they will hold as their new standards in excellence.
Well…. I refrain from spitting in their food.
No big confrontation.  Cunt-face has not changed.  But I have decided ME saving money for school is far more important than this little person who only HAS a job because mommy and daddy retired, and has never had a real job experience.  
So because I am strong.  Because this is only a part time job for three months before I get to go on to my awesome future.  Because of all that for three months I will tow the line.  I will be “lovin’ it” *groan*
But in my mind

officially a quitter

May 17, 2012 § 19 Comments

I hate giving up.  I do.  I’ll be the last guy in a losing argument.  I will negotiate, I will wiggle, I will give a little to get a little, but giving in completely goes against my grain.
I’ve been having problems with my new job.  I go home after every shift and feel like ripping someone’s head off, and usually C needs to put up with be being not my usual bitchy self, but mean nasty, “fuck you and your little dog too” attitude.  The worst part of my job is this thing called “on call”.  For those of you who do not know what this is (lucky shits), it means you call in a couple hours before your shift starts to find out if you are needed.  What this means is if you have an on call at 5 o’clock on a Saturday and you get invited to a barbecue, you can’t drink until after you call at 3 o’clock to find out you may be working.  These are considered “scheduled shifts”, even if you don’t work them.  So when your boss promises you 3 or 4 shifts a week, half of those or more, you may not be working.
But back to my barbecue at 3 o’clock.  I call in, no work.  Part of me was pissed off as I would like the hours, the other part was happy to hang up the phone and grabbed a beer.  Then 4:30 hits, I get a call, my “on call” is back on.  Uh, no.  Sorry, drinking an hour and a half in the sun.  No, I am not fit to work.  My boss was being a real dick, so I hung up the phone.
So last night I went in for my shift to find it cancelled.  No call, no nothing.  “You know you still have to pay me for three hours,” I told him.  He told me he left a message, I went into my received calls, nothing from him.  He just shrugs and said he must have dialed the wrong number.  “Then you still have to pay me for three hours.”
“No, I called the number you left, if you gave me the wrong number that is your fault.”  I fucking snapped.  “Dude, you managed to call me on Saturday for the on call you told me was off.”

He “suggested” I re-evaluate how much I want this job.  So basically, I shut up and not get paid for the three hours for the cancelled shift I showed up for, or I have no job.  Fuck that.  I may be able to small that big shit eating grin while customers treat me like shit, but to pick up a dozen hours and have a boss treat me like shit, I think not.
But the oh-so-childish part of me wants to just not show up for my shift.  I want to just send a big “Fuck you” to him.  BUT I probably will not and give a whole two weeks notice and all.  Not for him, but because I don’t want to be that guy.

A day full of fail

March 8, 2012 § 27 Comments

Last night I drank way too much.  I don’t mean “I drank a little too much”, I mean I drank like a fucking idiot.  Feeling like shit today, not because of hangover, pretty sure I fall under the category of still drunk.  I took a bus in to school today for that reason.  I felt like shit because I have no idea what I did.  C was at work.  I never drink alone.  Somehow being reassured of what an asshole you were last night by eye witnesses at hand is a lot easier than not knowing at all.  I woke in bed.  I was passed out, er, I mean sleeping by the time C got home.  My morning was spent honing my investigative skills.  No phone calls on my iPhone, this is good.  No posts (that I can find) on social sites.  I check my ereader.   Duhn, duhn, duhn… three chapters ahead of where I remember leading off.  I appears I spent my drunken hours reading….

Oh the humiliation.

Then yesterday….Oh, the shame. I went by my old work to pick up my T4 tax form. As I stand there I’m chatting to one of my old bosses a client walks in. Being in the familiar atmosphere of my old job I just click “ON” to work mode. “Hi, how are we doing today?” with a great big friendly ass smile on my face. Of course to this guy I was a total stranger, unconnected with the clinic. I turned around quickly. “Stop hitting on our clients,” my ex- boss says. “I can’t believe I did that,” face palm. I usually answer that straight guy bullshit “I’m okay with gay guys so long as they don’t hit on me” by saying “Why would we?”  No doubt this guy thinks I was doing exactly that.  No dude, I’m just a loser who forgot he doesn’t work here anymore.

Last, wow, yesterday was a harsh day,

My friend broke up with his boyfriend of about a month, then got mad a day later seeing him in “MY club”.  How dare he?  And with his new fuck buddy.  *Sigh*  It is hard to be supportive when your friend is being an idiot.  You broke up, get over it.  Gay bars are vile places for the newly broken heart. There is something about a room full of all your past mistakes that make you feel more lonely.  Oh, wait…. is that guy new?  

Flash

February 27, 2012 § 19 Comments

So, I come in from work to find a one eyed man in my bed. Okay, technically he still has two eyes, but one was bandaged up. It seems he was “flashed” which is like radiation burn on your eye. Sounds painful, right. Well, while he slept all the blisters apparently break, and the under layer of the eye is exposed. Gross, right? Well c wears contacts. So when the irritation started and he rubbed his eyes in his sleep the contact jammed up under the lid. Let’s just say he won’t be wearing contacts for a few days. In the mean time he has to choose between being blind as a bat, or wearing his prescription safety glasses (yeah there’s a look). He can’t put drops in his eye, though I will admit to a few minutes of childish entertainment watching him try. So not even close. He’s back to work this afternoon. Hopefully he’ll be kinder to his eyes.

I am exhausted

January 15, 2012 § 16 Comments

   I have done three 12 hour shifts in a row…. yet I cannot sleep.  I am so fucking high right now.  No, not like that.  I am on an emotional high.  So full of empty energy, bouncing like a 5 year old on a sugar rush.

   Today a dog was brought in.  He ate something he was not supposed to.  Whether allergic reaction or poison, unknown at the time, but very ill.  I had him on a table, hooking him into monitor equipment when it happened.  He stopped breathing.  His airway had totally swollen up.  at the time both VODs were in surgery.  Intubation was just not happening, his restricted airway was drawn up too tight.  Now I am not strictly speaking, allowed to cut into a patient.  But, under life or death situation, with a vet-tech there, I can perform life saving operations.  So, We (the vet-tech and I) did a tracheotomy.  Scared shitless, yep.  Successful, yep.  So here I sit, a pitbull-husky cross alive because of me.  Best day at work EVER.

Why are people such assholes?

January 2, 2012 § 18 Comments

Why are people so mean to each other?  Two times today I have had friends upset after getting their grades.  Not because of bad grades, no, because someone had to piss on their fucking accomplishments.  First being my girl Ali.  She stepped out of her comfort zone and took a woman’s study course that she was challenged by and had been freaking during exams.  Ali works 2 jobs, and one of the jobs, well she hates.  The assistant manager she works under is an utter and absolute bitch.  Anyway, she went into work and the bitch asks “So did you get your grade back?”
97%
“It’s so cute you get so excited, wait until you get that in a real class.”
   Now I could see, when she was telling me, it was not going to end well.  BUT Ali was excited and proud, and didn’t honestly think why would some 40 year old woman want to embarrass and humiliate a 20 year old girl.  Just cause she could.  Ali said she spent the entire 5 hour shift feeling like bursting into tears and cried on the bus on the way home.  Not because of sadness, but anger at how she was humiliated in front of her co-workers.

   The other, my friend Ry, had excellent grades, but he is taking Sociology.  Ry’s single mother is a doctor and any time he makes good grades she says “See I told you you’re smart enough to go to medical school.” She just does not get that he does not suffer delusions of stupidity, or think going into social work makes you stupider than a doctor.  His mother can honestly NOT comprehend why someone may make different choices than she has made and be happy.  He often says that she might give him peace if he starts getting Cs and Ds.  Now I suppose his mother is not just trying to be mean.  But honestly, what a controlling …. uh… mom.
 
   People just suck sometimes.

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