Huh..."Year Zero" really isn't half-bad.
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fredericksLinks o' the moment:
1. Television Without Pity's recap of the final Wire eppy, "-30-". Goodnight, Moon. *sniff* Btw, my nominee for one of the best moments? Daniels and McNulty riding the elevator together. "To be continued..." for the effin' WIN.
2. HarperCollins has placed my favorite Neil Gaiman novel, American Gods, online. The complete work, online for a limited time only. Read and be merry.
3. Six reasons the Irish aren't so lucky. Cracked.com is indeed teh crack.
4.Hawaii on a boat in seven days. 2009. Here's to making it happen.
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Work. I've mentioned I'm amenable when it comes to last minute schedule requests and calls for help re: working short shifts. This past Wednesday one of the assistant managers called me and begged me to work on Wednesday because they'd had two sick calls, leaving four nurses on the floor. I agreed once she gave me Friday night off (my floor can't budget OT for nurses anymore, it seems). So I worked Wednesday and then Thursday. Thursday was a pretty shitty night: I was on a "heavy" side (meaning patients required a lot more hands-on care re: changing dressings and/or full assist while ambulating) and ended up sending a patient up to the MICU in the middle of the night. Her oxygen level dropped from 91% to 60% in what seemed like moments, and I got sorta yelled at by the NP for not calling the RRT like he asked. I actually started to call them, but all of my senior coworkers AND the manager on the floor told me not to bother, since I placed the woman on a non-rebreather and she started sat'ing 98%. They insisted I call the NP and tell him to come up and re-evaluate the patient immediately, which he did. He then called in a MICU consult after placing her on BiPapp and doing an ABG, thinking they'd just check her out and write a note for the attending MD. Nope - up to the unit she went. I left feeling like shit, knowing that I should have called the RRT like I did in a similar situation in the past and, man, I really thought I'd posted about that situation but I guess I didn't. I spent, like, ten minutes going through my history looking for that post. Hmm. Because of the MICU transfer and the time sap it ended up being I stayed until nearly 9AM doing paperwork. It was cool only because I expected to have Friday off.
And I DID have Friday off. My problem? I need to learn how to say "no". A manager in charge of staffing called me at 6PM on Friday, begging me to go to and work an OT shift in the ER hold. I know I recently posted about my experiences there. Needless to say I told her no. But then she continued with the begging, saying she would let me work on my floor and give me OT from the ER's bank, and float a nurse from my floor to the ER. The idiot that I am, I said I'd come in. Mind, the only reason I ended up fielding her call in the first place was because the phone dropped on the floor after I sleepily fumbled for it and opened up, automatically answering the call. I went in and got placed on the same heavy side and had another shitty night, not leaving until 9:30AM or so. Not. Fun.
Life. I've had Saturday and Sunday off, but I slept through both days. Now I'm up hanging out in an otherwise quiet living room, Sportscenter playing on its endless loop on the muted television (the Nuggets completed beasted their way through that game, didn't they?). I forced myself to edit an friend's grad school essay (talk about a blind/blind situation, I know), but have otherwise spent the time fighting sleep until a more doable time (say, 8AM). Nothing else new, no real interests. I have found the time (ha!) to indulge in Super Smash Brothers for the Wii (who knew the Mission mode would be more fun than the melees?), but not much else besides that. I'm happy I didn't do the whole resolution thing this year, because, omg, I've done nothing with what I've been handed up to now. I would guess I'm suffering under some sort of depression, but I'm relatively high-functioning at work. Things just sorta turn to shit when I have enough time on my hands to ruminate on life: I have no energy, I can't focus enough to complete tasks (to keep things in LJ perspective - it's taken me three or four tries to write this entry, and let's not think about the number of friend's posts I click "comment" on and then disgust myself with the inanity of my words), and I'm one click away from blasting the angsty music (Aenima seems to have run away, sparing my family that bit of agony). I think it comes down to forcing myself out and about and putting my foot down about certain situations. Hells, it can't hurt.
Holy crap - I've been maintaining this thing for nearly five years. Talk about a freakin' long-term relationship. I should do some big retrospective on the anniversary date. Or just write another bitchy post about work.
1. Television Without Pity's recap of the final Wire eppy, "-30-". Goodnight, Moon. *sniff* Btw, my nominee for one of the best moments? Daniels and McNulty riding the elevator together. "To be continued..." for the effin' WIN.
2. HarperCollins has placed my favorite Neil Gaiman novel, American Gods, online. The complete work, online for a limited time only. Read and be merry.
3. Six reasons the Irish aren't so lucky. Cracked.com is indeed teh crack.
4.Hawaii on a boat in seven days. 2009. Here's to making it happen.
*
Work. I've mentioned I'm amenable when it comes to last minute schedule requests and calls for help re: working short shifts. This past Wednesday one of the assistant managers called me and begged me to work on Wednesday because they'd had two sick calls, leaving four nurses on the floor. I agreed once she gave me Friday night off (my floor can't budget OT for nurses anymore, it seems). So I worked Wednesday and then Thursday. Thursday was a pretty shitty night: I was on a "heavy" side (meaning patients required a lot more hands-on care re: changing dressings and/or full assist while ambulating) and ended up sending a patient up to the MICU in the middle of the night. Her oxygen level dropped from 91% to 60% in what seemed like moments, and I got sorta yelled at by the NP for not calling the RRT like he asked. I actually started to call them, but all of my senior coworkers AND the manager on the floor told me not to bother, since I placed the woman on a non-rebreather and she started sat'ing 98%. They insisted I call the NP and tell him to come up and re-evaluate the patient immediately, which he did. He then called in a MICU consult after placing her on BiPapp and doing an ABG, thinking they'd just check her out and write a note for the attending MD. Nope - up to the unit she went. I left feeling like shit, knowing that I should have called the RRT like I did in a similar situation in the past and, man, I really thought I'd posted about that situation but I guess I didn't. I spent, like, ten minutes going through my history looking for that post. Hmm. Because of the MICU transfer and the time sap it ended up being I stayed until nearly 9AM doing paperwork. It was cool only because I expected to have Friday off.
And I DID have Friday off. My problem? I need to learn how to say "no". A manager in charge of staffing called me at 6PM on Friday, begging me to go to and work an OT shift in the ER hold. I know I recently posted about my experiences there. Needless to say I told her no. But then she continued with the begging, saying she would let me work on my floor and give me OT from the ER's bank, and float a nurse from my floor to the ER. The idiot that I am, I said I'd come in. Mind, the only reason I ended up fielding her call in the first place was because the phone dropped on the floor after I sleepily fumbled for it and opened up, automatically answering the call. I went in and got placed on the same heavy side and had another shitty night, not leaving until 9:30AM or so. Not. Fun.
Life. I've had Saturday and Sunday off, but I slept through both days. Now I'm up hanging out in an otherwise quiet living room, Sportscenter playing on its endless loop on the muted television (the Nuggets completed beasted their way through that game, didn't they?). I forced myself to edit an friend's grad school essay (talk about a blind/blind situation, I know), but have otherwise spent the time fighting sleep until a more doable time (say, 8AM). Nothing else new, no real interests. I have found the time (ha!) to indulge in Super Smash Brothers for the Wii (who knew the Mission mode would be more fun than the melees?), but not much else besides that. I'm happy I didn't do the whole resolution thing this year, because, omg, I've done nothing with what I've been handed up to now. I would guess I'm suffering under some sort of depression, but I'm relatively high-functioning at work. Things just sorta turn to shit when I have enough time on my hands to ruminate on life: I have no energy, I can't focus enough to complete tasks (to keep things in LJ perspective - it's taken me three or four tries to write this entry, and let's not think about the number of friend's posts I click "comment" on and then disgust myself with the inanity of my words), and I'm one click away from blasting the angsty music (Aenima seems to have run away, sparing my family that bit of agony). I think it comes down to forcing myself out and about and putting my foot down about certain situations. Hells, it can't hurt.
Holy crap - I've been maintaining this thing for nearly five years. Talk about a freakin' long-term relationship. I should do some big retrospective on the anniversary date. Or just write another bitchy post about work.
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-17 11:45 am (UTC)Sure. I work this Thursday and Friday, but I'm off for the next five days after (*really* off, as in I'm not fielding a single call from work). We should meet in Chinatown (by the 7 Main Street station) - there's a massive Starbucks right on Main street I like that we can crash at Saturday afternoon-evening. We'll powwow sometime in the middle of the week? to iron out details if that works for you.
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:50 am (UTC)