Today I had a message on my phone from a place I interviewed at last month.
They want me.
Or at least they want me to interview with their house doc. If house doc wants me, I'm in.
Pros~no plastic empty headed co-worker
No commute on one of the worst freeways around.
A lovely commute through the woods.
Room for advancement in a larger rapidly expanding company.
Holiday pay.
Broadening my network.
Cons~starting all over again on the insurance and 401K.
Leaving the families and residents that trust me in a facility that has seen too much instability in the past 2 months.
um…
lemme think…..
I am not sure if the pay is equal.
It's actually further from my house.
Kinda scary.
Something to consider tonight as I attempt sleep.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
The Thing is…..change is the only constant
Many changes at work.
First the DNS I was hired by resigned among some nasty business with the "company". No, I am not talking the CIA. I am talking the corporate for profit entity that owns our facility along with several others.
Now the executive director has been fired. No one knows exactly why but I believe he was advocating for the staff and residents and he went too far in the mind of the company president.
New DNS very different. Loves to preach about documentation. I've have to do care plans over several times.
Shit, it's like being back in nursing school. All negative reinforcement, no praise.
Frustrating to say the least. Plus she hires her friends to work there. Bad, bad idea.
Interim ED is from a marketing background. That says it all.
I have my body armor on as our regular marketer already threw me under the bus. Bitch. I call her Barbie. For all those reasons you all can imagine.
I usually can get along enough to work with anyone but I seriously dislike Barbie. Cue fake smile.
On the other hand, all my memory care peeps are doing well. I have one gaining weight when we thought she'd be gone by now. I have some incredible caregivers during day shift. We won't get into evening shift.
Always on the lookout for another job but for now I'll try and stay where I am at the moment.
Cue fake smile, again.
C'est la vie.
First the DNS I was hired by resigned among some nasty business with the "company". No, I am not talking the CIA. I am talking the corporate for profit entity that owns our facility along with several others.
Now the executive director has been fired. No one knows exactly why but I believe he was advocating for the staff and residents and he went too far in the mind of the company president.
New DNS very different. Loves to preach about documentation. I've have to do care plans over several times.
Shit, it's like being back in nursing school. All negative reinforcement, no praise.
Frustrating to say the least. Plus she hires her friends to work there. Bad, bad idea.
Interim ED is from a marketing background. That says it all.
I have my body armor on as our regular marketer already threw me under the bus. Bitch. I call her Barbie. For all those reasons you all can imagine.
I usually can get along enough to work with anyone but I seriously dislike Barbie. Cue fake smile.
On the other hand, all my memory care peeps are doing well. I have one gaining weight when we thought she'd be gone by now. I have some incredible caregivers during day shift. We won't get into evening shift.
Always on the lookout for another job but for now I'll try and stay where I am at the moment.
Cue fake smile, again.
C'est la vie.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Mad Dog
Long ago I was a chat host on AOL. Yeah, it was the stone age-1996.
A group of stay at home moms began a chat group.
We were from Maryland, New York, Illinois, Utah, California, Washington, and some states I'm most likely forgetting because of my advanced age.
We had children that ranged in age from newborn to tweens.
We loved being at home with our children even if we felt as if we never spoke to other adults or got any respect because we were "housewives".
Yeah about that term. None of us were married to our houses.
We were married to guys who worked all day and did so not "get" how it felt to be the mom, the cook, the maid, the laundress, the social planner, the grocery shopper, the woman who cleaned up wet cheerios from the floor 15 times a day.
The guys who'd come home, some days, and look at us like we'd sat on the computer and ate bon-bons all day long.
SNORT! Right! Because infants, toddlers, pre-schoolers, school kids all love to entertain and feed themselves while Mommy gossips with her friends………………
Even though our children are older, some are grown up and married, some are in college, some still live at home, one is in Afghanistan, and some are still in high school, we have stayed in touch.
One of our moms died from breast cancer before she had a chance to live through her forties.
One of our moms lost her lovely daughter to ovarian cancer before she had a chance to live through her twenties.
Some of us are grandmothers now.
We have moved to different states, different homes, been through financial difficulties and triumphs.
Most of us have full time jobs now though not all of us.
We have supported one another through the past 17 years.
The point is we are still here. Together.
My nickname was Mad Dog. It was a joke. An inside joke born of giggles during a marathon online chat session.
I am not sure where I'd be without these women.
These women who are strong, who are survivors, who understand that life goes on even when we may not want to participate, women who support one another without much judgement and with more love than I can describe.
Even though I am now Nurse Mad Dog, Mad Dog lives on in multiple ways through multiple people.
A group of stay at home moms began a chat group.
We were from Maryland, New York, Illinois, Utah, California, Washington, and some states I'm most likely forgetting because of my advanced age.
We had children that ranged in age from newborn to tweens.
We loved being at home with our children even if we felt as if we never spoke to other adults or got any respect because we were "housewives".
Yeah about that term. None of us were married to our houses.
We were married to guys who worked all day and did so not "get" how it felt to be the mom, the cook, the maid, the laundress, the social planner, the grocery shopper, the woman who cleaned up wet cheerios from the floor 15 times a day.
The guys who'd come home, some days, and look at us like we'd sat on the computer and ate bon-bons all day long.
SNORT! Right! Because infants, toddlers, pre-schoolers, school kids all love to entertain and feed themselves while Mommy gossips with her friends………………
Even though our children are older, some are grown up and married, some are in college, some still live at home, one is in Afghanistan, and some are still in high school, we have stayed in touch.
One of our moms died from breast cancer before she had a chance to live through her forties.
One of our moms lost her lovely daughter to ovarian cancer before she had a chance to live through her twenties.
Some of us are grandmothers now.
We have moved to different states, different homes, been through financial difficulties and triumphs.
Most of us have full time jobs now though not all of us.
We have supported one another through the past 17 years.
The point is we are still here. Together.
My nickname was Mad Dog. It was a joke. An inside joke born of giggles during a marathon online chat session.
I am not sure where I'd be without these women.
These women who are strong, who are survivors, who understand that life goes on even when we may not want to participate, women who support one another without much judgement and with more love than I can describe.
Even though I am now Nurse Mad Dog, Mad Dog lives on in multiple ways through multiple people.
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