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Post by Emerita on Apr 21, 2003 10:04:16 GMT -5
Well, I got the job but she told me they were making it a PRN( whenever needed) position. She told me when I was hired that they were so busy that I would be working everyday.....she lied. I have yet to be called...I did manage to land a job at one of our hospitals on Saturday and Sunday, 12 hour shifts. Not what I wanted, but the director of nursing likes me and said she would do more to get me full time.
I was in such a deep funk, that I hadn't even realized I haven't been here in a few weeks. Schph contacted me and brought me back to reality. It was then that she made me realize that I feel better when I am here. Reading the posts makes me feel connected to something I love....
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Post by Schph Gochi on Apr 21, 2003 12:24:48 GMT -5
Well....I am glad that you have a job doing something that you like...I guess 24 hours a week is better than nothing....but weekends....cripe....doesn't leave you much time for going out when the opportuniities present themselves.
Hopefully, this will lead to something at the same place with some better hours....
Funk...
yes...
I know...
I keep repeating my mantra...
"at least I am working"....."at least I am working"....
Over the past two years I have taken a 10% pay cut, have had someone else's job dumped on top of mine, lost my sick pay (and got nothing for not using my sick days from previous year), had my health insurance changed twice and now it is so bad....well...I never went and got my shoulder fixed...lost my ability to take vacation days a single day at a time, and now, they changed my hours so that I am spending another 1/2 hour a day commuting and will have to quit and limit some of my volunteer stuff cause I just get home too late. I have been working at this same place for 24 years....and frankly....I have HAD IT! Instead of getting better...they just keep getting worse!
All in all....it is time to change..but ...as a lot of you are only too painfully aware...the job market really bites right now.....I never went to college....no money and no help from my parents....so I went straight into working.
So I have a lot of strikes against me for finding new employement. At 51, I am old for the "workplace" and uneducated. I haven't done too bad for myself though...I almost have my house paid for (14 more payments to go)...so things could be worse....and there are a lot of people who are in a lot worse shape than me....I try to remember that too.....
So, Em.....it is good to see you back....I hope that the new job surprises you with some better hours....
May the force be with you!
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Post by Emerita on Apr 21, 2003 14:45:23 GMT -5
Thanks schph.....I got a call about an hour ago from the nursing supervisor, telling me about my job orientation and she kept saying how happy she was that I was hired.....so I'll keep my fingers crossed for more hours... I know that I am alot better off than most people and my mortgage company and utilities are giving me a grace period, so I do feel lucky. Of course my home won't be paid off until I am 78 years old...lol.... but at least I have a home......  |
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Post by Emerita on Jun 18, 2003 8:32:14 GMT -5
Well, I am pulling this out of the mothballs again......just feeling a little old again....LOL.. How is everybody else feeling today.....anything exciting going on?
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Post by Schph Gochi on Jun 19, 2003 6:18:23 GMT -5
....well..... I am feeling rather cruddy myself... lots of upheaval and problems at work...I just don't know from day to day what will happen there.... health issues.....not good..... but.....am busy....employed (at the moment) and doing as much as I can with everything.... and yes....feeling old.... I haven't had a dye job in a year and the grey in my hair is becoming a little frightening.... ....and more wrinkles......tougher to do something about them... the good news is I lost 15 pounds since the beginning of March...haven't felt like eating much lately.... sigh....  |
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Post by Emerita on Jun 19, 2003 7:03:39 GMT -5
Sorry to hear your health is low....age related? or something going on.......
Actually grey hair can be beautiful. My cousin was fully grey at 40. She had almost black hair. Once it turned grey she put a blonde rinse on it and it looks great.
Hanging onto a job is a hassel these days and when things aren't going well there in general, it can put stress on everyone that works there. That is why I am trying to finish my book. Less than 1,000 words to write......Of course when I finish that thousand, I'll probably find alot more to say....LOL
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Post by Nova Darklighter on Jun 19, 2003 22:13:18 GMT -5
I like grey hair, always have. Losing 15 pounds is good, unless you're underweight. Working is good, stress is not. The way things are going has to get more positve sooner or later, preferably sooner.
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Post by Emerita on Jul 17, 2003 14:43:12 GMT -5
This goes out to all my Jedi sisters that are in my age span:
PEOPLE OVER 35 SHOULD BE DEAD.......
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably should not have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks some of us took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scruds and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them!
Congratulations.
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Post by Jauhzmynn Enz on Jul 17, 2003 15:08:14 GMT -5
YAY.:-D
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Post by Nova Darklighter on Jul 17, 2003 21:32:24 GMT -5
Yes, And kids could safely travel on their own, and not worry that some stranger would grab them and do unspeakable things to them, and if a stranger tried, people would interfere, even if they didn't know you. If you cried HELP!, someone would. Most kids had jobs, or chores to do, and earned the money they spent, and learned work ethics and the value of a dollar.
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Post by Schph Gochi on Jul 18, 2003 5:50:30 GMT -5
Good stuff Em! And soooooo true!
How did we survive?
I do even remember some of my aunts and uncles on the farm who had no indoor plumbing...that was a big thing when they added bathrooms on to the farm house...
I know that me and my siblings got NO money....
Christmas meant you would get new hats, gloves, and underwear....and there would be a single orange in my Christmas stocking along with a little candy.....no one fought in the stores over the latest toy that their child just had to have......
wow.....
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Post by Emerita on Jul 18, 2003 8:01:55 GMT -5
I touch on alot of this in my book....ahhhh... those were the days.....
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Post by Schph Gochi on Jul 18, 2003 9:42:01 GMT -5
sounds like a must read for me!
here's another....
if you got hit by a car on your bicycle..if you didn't get killed...your parents would beat the cr*p out of you for getting in the way of the motorist!
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Post by Emerita on Jul 18, 2003 10:13:23 GMT -5
LOL....how true. It was always our fault. A seen and not heard era....
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Post by Jauhzmynn Enz on Jul 18, 2003 13:35:34 GMT -5
Also back then, the PARENTS were parents not the children. The parents set the moral compass for the kids. NOT the schools or governemnt trying to do it nad doing a VERY a bad job. Kids couldn't "divorce" their parents then b/c they didn't get the Play station they wanted. NO from mom AND dad ment "no' and it was final. Back then parents were parents, who laid the alw down never the kids.
What happened?
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