Monday, April 15, 2013

Uncertain Waters

I got a job offer to work in a psych hospital in a desolate part of the state and I'm uncertain about it. Once bitten, twice shy. Its a great opportunity but its three hours from where my family lives. And I won't be able to Finley and Drew on a frequent basis. Drew--he just turned two and warmed up to me today. It was awesome!

The job would be perfect for me to get out of the financial slump I'm having to survive on a daily basis, plus its a state employment. The pay is decent and much more than being a retail slave. Decisions, decisions...

For the first time since high school, I'm on the lowest end of the income bracket, not an accomplishment that I'm proud of, but hey. I got a job and that's all that matters. A friend told me I should file for disability from having diagnosed with PTSD, but that would mean me not working (as I'm a money whore) and sitting on my ass getting fat. No thanks. I'd rather work for my money instead of having someone give it to me. Unless its friends or family, I trust no one to give me anything cuz there's always a price or condition.

I don't have reliable Internet so these posts are a hit and run.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Retail Slavery

Yep. That's me, a retail slave. But I'm so done with this crap. I started looking for jobs in the mental health profession again. Although, I could do without the injuries I sustained, I can "negotiate" better now with a screaming crackhead tripping on bath salts or a person attempting suicide with a bedsheet wrapped around their neck.

It takes a lot of people skills to talk a person out of their rage. It takes patience and understanding what they want--mostly, the person wants out cuz they don't know why they're 'locked up in a mental hospital'. Those are the places I've worked in the past; locked units. People's attitudes often change when they're explained why they're there but its not the staff's job to let them go home; its their talk with the doctor.

And some people are belligerent enough to cause trouble for everyone both staff and other patients, where they create rampant destruction and be a general pain in the butt. That's when the nurses call the psychiatrists and treatment team to see what they can do for the patient, who are sometimes really manipulative and try to bend rules for their benefit. Some just need to sleep a few hours...then they come back to their senses.

Everyone is different so each is treated differently. But the characteristics are usually all the same. I remember a patient who didn't want to be in the locked unit where I worked and tried everything to get kicked out like flood the toilet with bedsheets and towels, yet when it came time for him to be discharged, he didn't want to leave. He had to be escorted by security and several male staff off the unit as he was screaming and yelling profanity at the top of his lungs, promising to "sue the hell out of the hospital". He never came back.

The jobs I've worked in the past, I've made a higher income than working retail--where I'm on my feet almost all shift, and this brings my feet great pain. Every time. Heavy manual labor blows, is all I have to say.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Moving Pt. 2

I have till the end of May to vacate. I don't really have a lot of stuff to pack now because my parents surprised me with a visit the last time I posted. They were on the way to Santa Monica, California. I asked why they were going there and Dad said he had to pick up a new horse. Really? From FL to CA cross country road trip for a horse.

And they said they haven't seen me since last summer so it was an excuse to drive across the country and see some scenery. And Mom asked when I was going to come home and I said, "When I'm done with school." I'm so burnt out, yet I must trudge on.

Microbiology and Pharmacology on the way. I thought about Chemistry also but I'm putting that off at the last possible moment. Not my strong point. I'm over at Rafi's, babysitting and doing homework. Her kid is distracting me which is why this post is tangential. :p

Anyway, I've had to input four W2's for my tax return. Doing that also. Four different jobs in the last year. Four jobs that's lasted more than a month.

Sunday, April 7, 2013


I hate moving. Moving again.

But I'm glad I saved up enough, actually more than enough money to cover all expenses. I'll update this more when I'm settled. Other than that, seems like I have to time to catch up. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

All That Jazz

I think there was a movie of that title like back in the 80s.

I don't know about the news anymore. There's too much crap being broadcasted. I think the country is going downhill. That's my point-of-view anyway.

I wanted to see this movie, "Zero Dark Thirty" with Annie but she stood me up. I'm not too worried about it. I didn't have high expectations of our "date" when she called me.

Other than that, I'm moving. And moving sucks. My house-sitting stint will be over in a few months so its best that I start looking for a place. I know I can afford it having worked a steady job plus two or three to supplement my savings. I might even have some money left spend for next semester's tuition and books.

Isn't it great how one thing leads to another headache?