Legit Once Again

I am employed again.

Yeah.

It's still in assisted living, only about .5 of a mile from my last job in distance.  It is 100 miles away in workplace atmosphere.

I am management and making more money with full benefits.

It's a good thing.

In fact, this job pays more than any other job I have had.

Yeah.

Mo' money.  Mo' money.  Mo' money.

The rest of the staff seems low key and appear to enjoy working with one another.  Another yeah!

I get one free meal a shift.  Yeah.  Saves us tons of money.

I worked on Friday and things are still confusing but I think it will be a good job.

Charting and the MARs are all computerized.  Yeah!

No more interviews.  Yeah.

No more checking craigslist and Indeed several times a day.  Yeah.

In fact, yeahs for everyone!

Strange Day

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I was on my way to interview at a county jail when my cell phone rang.

Normally I would not answer while driving but I'd been trying to get ahold of this guy since Friday about a completely different job.

The guy owns several Adult Family Homes and is looking for a nurse to educate his caregivers, be support for said caregivers, and to do various other nurse jobs like charting, on site assessments, and report any changes to his part time RN.  I have a meeting on Friday.

The jail job would be popping bingo cards for 400 inmates every med pass.  In a prison with 1200 inmates.  No guarantee of full time.

I received another call about being the nurse/caregiver supervisor for an assisted living close to my previous job but with better benefits, fewer residents, and this job pays a small amount more than I made last year.

What the heck?

Months of nothing, then BAM!

You just never know what each day will bring.

Bring it on tomorrow, bring it on!!

Throwback Thursday

Since I just celebrated my 102nd birthday (Facebook joke~I put down 1912 down as my year of birth because I felt like it.) a few days ago, I thought I'd share this picture.

Dang, I was cute!

Here's my younger son at the same age as me in my picture.  About 3 months of age.

My older son around 12 months old.

My Brennie at 4 months.  He'd have been 19 this month.

We made adorable children way back when.

Too Much Time

My brain is whirring, zoomclankzoomclank, too much.

I have too much time on my hands, or brains if you will, to think.  

To obsess.

To worry.

To drive myself crazy-hence this specific graphic.

To imagine us living out of my car.

OK so that's a little over dramatic. Maybe.

I've had to cancel appointments with my shrink.  I've gone off one of my depression medications and plan on weaning off another.

I cannot afford a $130 dollar Rx.

I had the pleasure of requesting my spouse's credit card so I could buy that medication yesterday.

Yes, it is only in his name.

My credit sucks because I got dinged for an overpayment of unemployment from 2012 and while I was trying to fight that decision I did not pay that money back.  So it's his credit card.

In his defense he does not really understand the depression battle or why I need medication.  He was under the impression I was "over it".  Denial is alive and well in Washington state.

Obamacare is 500 bucks a month.  Seriously? Mandated insurance that no one can afford.  Thank you Congress for being useless once again.

I apply to jobs every single day.  It's not working for me.

I thought I had a job, but the corporation that runs that facility decided on a total staff makeover right before the ED was going to have me fill out the hire docs.  She was also a RN so this place needed a LPN.

From checking out their web site and job listings they decided to hire a new ED and a RN who would delegate to the NA-Cs.  

Great timing.  

I have been cleaning out closets, packing up clothes for goodwill.  That's how desperate I am.

Oh well.  Off to scope out craigslist again.

Amazing Attitude

No, I am not the person with an amazing attitude.

I tend to brood and have the occasional pity party about the left turns in my life.

Then something or someone gives me perspective.

Trish, author of My Little Drummer Boys has survived infertility, a still born child, IVF, having few financial assets, having a chronic disease, breast cancer, and now an entirely new cancer.

Trish has managed to run races, handle chemo, raise her children (her twins are only 7 years old), her marriage, floods, droughts, and other events I don't quite remember because we now keep in touch on Facebook which is less personal than a blog.

This makes my lack of employment look easy.

I want to give her a shout out for being who she is.

She is positive and optimistic in the midst of chaos.

Trish understands all the ins and outs of her health issues yet he chooses to enjoy every single day.

Trish does not whine.

Unlike me.

Ya'll know I whine way too often.  One of the reasons I do not write blog posts daily or weekly or even monthly is to spare my readers from my whiny navel gazing.

Trish, you are who I want to be when I grow up.

Prayers and positive vibes going out for you and your family.