Posts by cellulitedelight

Sake likes to tuck herself in Alex's crotch.  If it's open, she's in it.  When she was smaller she liked to sleep under his butt cheeks when he would sleep on his side.

She does a lot of weird stuff, but the attraction to Alex's junk is the strangest to me.

In my department I sacrafice benefits for freedom.  Being contingent (not that I really have much of a choice, but I haven't put any effort into persuing the full or part time positions when open either) means if I get fed up with this place, I can take a week off and nobody can say otherwise.  I'm only required to work sixteen hours a month.  Anything else I pick up is simply for the sake of my paycheck.

Especially being pregnant, I do take advantage of it.  When they irritate me too much, I'll decline opportunities to come in for several days.  If it means I have to buy generic pickles, then oh well.

I've heard from my co-workers that this hospital is the only one around here that's like this.  Anywhere else you go, there's more equality and hard work is rewarded, not criticised.  However, they're all here and not at those hospitals anymore, so I wonder how much of it is really true.  Especially since this is a county hospital and we get paid considerably less than the private hospitals they speak of.

I have to wonder, about my own situation and hatamotos, are we too prideful of our jobs or is nobody else prideful enough?  Are we punishing ourselves because have such pride in our jobs?

Search on Wikipedia a list of serial killers by country and start reading.  There's some interesting ideas and for whatever reason, some articles go through the deaths in such detail, it's almost scary.  The only downside is they were eventually caught because they're on the list.

There's a cheap champaigne that costs less than beer?  When broke 'round here, we go for the Prestige vodka.  Three bucks a bottle, tastes like crap, takes about half a bottle to get schnockered and the other half of the bottle to help you get over the taste it leaves in your mouth.

I almost kind of miss it..

If it bothers you so much to look at their clean plain faces, turn your head.

I'm kind of surprised to see someone posting about women not wearing make-up over women wearing make-up.  Imperfection is a beautiful thing.  Sometimes that "I just woke up" look can be sexy as hell, even if you think they look tired.

Besides, covering bad acne can only make it worse.  I'd rather wear my zits with pride until they clear up than worsen the situation so I can look a little more appealing to the public.

It's called character, you know?

For the duration of my pregnancy, I'll continue to work 21:00 - 06:30.  Once I'm off maternity leave, I'm hoping to go back to 13:00 - 06:30.  I like doing the seventeen hour shifts.  That is if I don't get the full time third shift position I'm eyeing.

Being contingent, I pick my own schedule and can work any or a combination of the following hours:

04:00 - 08:00
05:00 - 13:30
13:00 - 21:30
21:00 - 06:30

There're various outpatient laboratory hours, too but I don't ever go to outpatient.  When combining shifts, I prefer 13:00 - 06:30 over 05:00 - 21:30.  For whatever reason, first and second shift are just too long, even though it's an hour shorter.

I don't work in an office, but I do have a few department busy bodies.  If I take an extended lunch because my zones are clear, they're wondering where I'm wandering off to.  Am I sitting on the bridge with my husband?  Am I walking around the children's hospital playing with the toys?  Am I lurking in a unit with the nurses?

And forget about asking someone to mind your zone.  Then they'll really interrogate the hell out of you to find out why you're stepping away from your work.

I told someone once who wouldn't let up about where I was going that I was going to talk **** about her to the nurses and I'd like to do it uninterrupted.

I have really vivid dreams from time to time that keep me awake for hours, clutching on to my sleeping husband because I'm still too afraid to get out of bed and wander in search of a distraction.

But these are usually horrible vivid dreams that I try to forget.  One that freaked me out for days was when I was standing outside of my mom's house with Alex and someone came out of the alley in a car (a few houses down), and asked if my dad was home.  We all told him he was gone at some psychiatric ward and the dude carried on a conversation with us.  I got bored and mentioned waking up from the dream in search of a new one, and he said something along the lines of me not having to worry about waking up.  Then he pulled out a gun, shot me, and I just remember falling to the sidewalk unable to move.

It took me a few seconds to be able to wake up after that, and even after waking up it took me a few seconds to be able to move.  I used to have a lot of funky dreams about my dad going crazy. :|

I have faith that you'll make it to my birthday party.  The only alternative is if you don't, I'm buying the house next to yours.

It has a bunch of buttons. :D

There was a bagel shop directly across the street from the car place, and I was drooling over it the entire time.  I really don't remember much about the car buying process.  I just remember wanting bagels so badly.

Larry Millet's The Demon from Hell and The Ice Palace Murders are two of my favorites, but I'm a huge Sherlock Holmes fan.  Not so much horror as it is a really captivating murder mystery.

The Demon from Hell had me in tears because I couldn't read fast enough to find out what happened towards the end with the train.

Granted, Sir Conan Doyle wrote amazing books, too but for whatever reason Larry Millet's stories captured my interest on a completely different level.  I think I may make a trip to the library today to check out those two again.

I really dislike the stereotypes about moms and minivans.  Actually, I dislike the stereotypes about moms and moms-to-be in general because 90% of it does not apply to me, nor will it ever.  Seriously, I'm popping this thing out in like, three and a half months.  I highly doubt my morning sickness is going to kick in any day now, and my urges to buy bug repellant baby wipes is still non-existant.

The day I even *think* about being in a minivan I'm offing myself.

Bleh.  Howwie, your car is too long.  I like my cars to look like they've been smushed.  I get so giddy whenever I see a Smart Car.

Fits are the frugal peoples choice of cars.  Cheap cars, nice gas mileage, and they look like such happy guinea pigs.

I think spending thirty grand for an ugly little car that you have to lose twenty pounds just to squeeze in to is kind of ridiculous.  They look so angry and bug-like anyway.

Yeah, well, neither do I.  But hell if anyone actually has a Honda Fit for sale in Toledo.