So with each passing day I find myself sorta stuck. I kind of hate my job. Working with crazy people isn't too bad, I just hate the drug addicts. At times I find my self having an inner animation. I see myself as this cartoon and I have a fork in my hand and , BOOM!!!! I poke the silly lil drug addict in the eye! Then I flashback into reality and realize that I probably shouldn't be thinking this way. My husband and Kids are my saving grace. Griffin(My son) has the best personality and imagination. I woke up the other day to him hoping around the house with a tissue paper tail and a bunny mask made of cardboard that he created. Meg is starting her career with the price is right, She is shown in this picture modeling a refrigerator. K sorry bad humor. In all seriousness though. I am truly grateful. I have everything a gal could want.I will try to write down everything Griffin says that is Hilarious!! And post them here.....Lets be honest it will probably become his blog. I will try to catch Meg making her funny faces and will try not remark on how awesome my husbands gas smells(heavy sarcasm)! What was I getting at.......Oh that i hate my job!! Ok back on point. I wanted to talk a little about how nursing has turned into "the days of our lives" this is why women should not be aloud to work together or have the market on any certain occupation. The bickering that occurs is by far the worst thing about my job. I would rather hang out in an opium den with 50 addicts all asking me for percocet then have to deal with the drama of working with mostly women. I will say that I have probably made some of the bestest friends on my unit and not "all" nurses are back biters. That at least on the unit we all can cohabitate alright. I just get sick of the b*tchin all the time.. K that the was my vent fest 2011.
I am just saying we are women and we should have each others backs. How can we expect to ever be taken seriously if all we do is cut each other back.
On a less serious note, I will probably struggle with each post to find the point. I just hope that through my ramblings some humor is found and that I am able to publish/dispose of the thoughts in my brain. I will leave you with a story Griffin sorta stole from "Hop" and a Poem by George Peele.
Easter by Griffin
This is a story about a little Easter bunny named Griffin. He brings children candy on Easter Sunday. Not even one peep not even a mouse in the house. I got out of my bed and I saw the man, he had ears. He had a puffy tail which was white and a brown body. He had this basket filled with candy and eggs. Some eggs had drawings and some were different colors. He was hopping around and put all the bags of candy everywhere. So I picked it up and then I saw it was a chocolate bunny. i ate the bunny until I grew long ears and a puffy tail and a brown body. I traveled through time until I got to the Easter bunny's house. I saw him painting the eggs and making them different colors and I helped him finish all his eggs. Then I saw the candy machine and then I got to be his partner. The End...( I kid you not these are Griffins words haha funny kid!)
"Hot Sun, Cool Fire" by George Peele (1557-1596)
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air and ease me;
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning;
Make not glad my cause cause of mourning.
Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.
Hope all is well in your lives, Hugs and Kisses Amanda~
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