Fairness at work

Ok so I've finally realied exactly what my supervisor was talking about back in June when she told me people were noticing that I haven't been pulling my fair share of urinalysis. One of the older techs is currently being trained in hema right now, which is constituted of hematology, coagulation and urinalysis. Well apparently this tech only has to learn coag and urines even though she gets paid the same wages as everyone else. Ok cool, less urines I have to do though, right?

Wrong.

The past 2 days that I've been in the department she hasn't done any urines. She's only done coag. So not only do I have to do all the diffs that have to be done, and all the hematology bench work, I also have a sea of pee to attack because she's only doing coag. I've even tried ignoring the urines to try to get the hint across, but then someone else ends up having to do them. I'm sorry but if you're not going to do the hema bench work, do the urines because I'm not going to do everything while you sit and talk, I have enough to do that you're not trained in.

Back to the grind

Well after 10 days off, it was back to work yesterday. And of course I was back in hema and it was a freaking busy day, we didn't finish the 1400 drop off of diffs until 1700. Eesh. But there are some perks to being back at work.

Vacation was great. Over the weekend Karen, Kelly and I went to Great Wolf Lodge and just acted like kids again. We got upgraded to a jacuzzi suite and took full advantage of that with plenty of alcohol. We played in the water park and shopped. We got pedicures. Karen and Kelly went at separate times and both picked out the same color for their toes. It was all good times.

Wednesday night I decided to check out a "condo" that I saw advertised, and well, if something looks too good to be true, it is.


Said condo was advertised as 2 beds, which I interpreted as 2 bedrooms. Oh how wrong I was. When I think of a condo for rent, I think of a nice duplex type thing or townhouse like thing with a kitchen, separate dining area, a nice living area and a bedroom and bathroom. That's my definition of a condo. This one should have been called a hovel. It reminded me of one of those cheap "rent by the hour" hotels that you see in movies.

It was 2 rooms. The 2 beds really meant exactly that, 2 beds. A murphy bed that pulled out of the wall and a sleeper sofa. The stove didn't work so to make up for it, there were 2 microwaves and a George Foreman grill. The refrigerator was smaller than the one I had at college. Oh, and this entire "condo" was smaller then my bedroom and closet combined and they wanted $395/month for it.

Yeah right.

Monday night I went and played bingo with my mom and grandma. Didn't win anything but it was fun listening to all those little old ladies swear. They sure take their bingo seriously.

Sunday was shopping day with mom, grandma and Sara down in Lansing. We pushed Ella around all day in her stroller and grandma was more than content to just push the stroller around and speak gibberish to Ella.

And the rest of the time I just spent on my lazy butt. Was a nice restful vacation

Unseasonably warm

It's January 12.

It's 55 degrees outside

I love it!

Expiration

"I'm sorry, that patient expired." I heard that last night as work as I was calling the floor to report something on a lab that was being done. It just sounds so funny when they're talking about a human life. To say that we expired. What does it mean? Are we like that spoiled milk in the back of the refrigerator that should have been thrown out weeks ago when it started smelling bad? Or maybe it's just my morbid curiosity or something but when they say that someone expired, it just makes me think, do we have a "Best if used by" date on our bodies?

My search for a place of my own

So lately I've been thinking more and more about moving out on my own. Mainly because I'm getting in some really stupid argument with my dad almost weekly. Whether it's what I'm choosing to cook (when I actually do cook) to take for my dinner, or where I put a colander on the table when I'm trying to eat before going to work, or the latest kicker, what time I choose to work out. Earlier this week I got motivated to run on our treadmill, and it's not the quietest thing in the world and I had the TV on and turned up so that I had something to distract me from how much time I had left in the workout, especially when the program gets to the 5 minute run, that thing is a bitch. So anyways, I was about halfway through the program when my dad came home in between runs for work and he asked me how much longer I was going to be on the treadmill. I looked at the time remaining and said "15 minutes." Apparently that wasn't the answer that he wanted because he got upset over the noise and went to lay down and closed the door to his room and such. And then my brother is having car trouble so he gets up to give him some advice on that and then comes over to me and says "I'd appreciate it if in the future, when you do this, that you're done by 12:30 so that way I can lay down if I want to and not have to hear this noise." I got so pissed, what does it matter what time I choose to work out? Tune the noise out if you don't like it. I'm sorry, but I have rights in this house too, and I barely use anything outside of my room. Whatever.

So this morning mom and I are sitting at the kitchen table paying our bills and I told her that I got in another stupid argument with dad and I told her about it and she agreed with me that it was stupid and that dad was alienating both me and my brother by picking stupid fights with us. She said that she was going to talk to him. So they'll probably argue later today, but it's good for him. But I don't know how many more stupid arguments I can take. I hope that Adrienne gets the job up here so that I can have someone to move in with when I can't take it any more. I even just hinted to my mom that I may be moving out sometime this year.

Sigh...

Ok we'll start off with the one that's not life changing. I miss Steven. I haven't got a chance to really see him since last Thursday. I saw him a bit yesterday but we were too busy to steal a moment. And now he's got jury duty so I don't even get to see him at work. It sucks.

And then there's the life changing one. My grandma called today and my great grandpa has refused all food and drink where he lives. He won't even drink water. He's supposed to still be getting IV antibiotics but he refused those too. He's 98 and we've known for a while that he wants to die but it's still hitting my grandma hard because it's the man that raised her. Dad's going to go see him tomorrow and is going to take him a pie to try to bribe him into eating but I have this feeling that it's not going to work. I have this feeling that soon I'll be attending a funeral.