Good Ending to an Otherwise Rotten Day

Work was horrible yesterday as I find out more and more about the health care business. I have heard many stories from Shusli and other health care workers about wanting to come home and hang it all up for something else. This is not unusual in this business, but something keeps us coming back...masochism maybe?

After 7 working days straight of chaos, it kinda got to me. One day as a "helper," one day orientation in long term, one day orientation in alzheimers, then out in long term with a full set, 7 residents. Two days of easy residents, one day of the easy folks with a few added, then a regular set on my seventh day. Still not knowing exactly what to do, my fellow CNA's weren't exactly helpful this day (most likely busier than shit elsewhere as we were short 1) and, after the first couple of hours, I was seriously rethinking even being a nurse. I would have probably walked out had I felt like I could. Again, this is not an unusual story and I have heard of folks getting full sets THEIR FIRST DAY with no orientation.

I feel like I'm doing a crappy job, but somehow, at the end of the day, everyone is safe and clean and has eaten and I managed to get to 2 o'clock with no disasters and get to go home. This is good.

I came home, hung out with Shusli, and cried on her shoulder. Folks have been through worse, but I thought just being aware of all the stories would help pull me through. It still will. I ain't quittin'. Going back to driving is a bad idea given the price of gas and what it is doing to all delivery industries. I'm dreadin' going to work this morning, though.

After decompressing with my Beautiful Wife, we decided we would go check out the bellydance competition at "The Mill Casino" happening this weekend. It was happening in the "Salmon Room," and when we arrived, we found the doors closed. We opened them, and there was information on tables in the fourier. We looked inside the main hall where there was lots of clothing and empty seats. We figured nothing was happening at the moment, so we were looking at the information. A woman came in, saw us, then walked into the main hall. As we were looking at the schedule deciding what we wanted to do, the woman sticks her head in from the main room and says rather rudely:

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"We were planning on coming back," Shusli responded, "but I guess we aren't now."

The woman started trying to explain herself, but we walked away and we aren't going back. "No 'is there anything I can help you with?'" Shusli and I discussed later. "Just a 'I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.'"

So, after a rotten work day and getting treated like shit at "The Mill Casino" by a representative of the bellydance competition, we came home and watched "Slingblade," with Bill Bob Thornton. I Loved the movie. I had never seen it. I Loved the ending...it was very satisfying. We also ate kettlecorn and smoothies. Man, Shusli makes a great smoothie.

And life is good.

'Cept now I have to go to work..."Mm hm."