My nose still fucking hurts. =( I realize now that perhaps I should have waited to make a short erratic post about a Transformer breaking my friggen nose. Had a an angry little monkey as work swing an Optimus Prime toy into my face, causing my nose to start splattering red goo all over the gym floor, something looked like a pint once it was done and over with. Optimus Prime is/was about a foot tall toy, laden with “D” batteries for his arm cannon thingy. Either way, it hurt like a complete mother fucker. That was the owie part.
I am angry that it happened, because it was one of those stupid ass things that happen that you know you should know better than to step into. I am annoyed about the incident due to the fact that it created a highly dramatic event in front of the boys. No one needs to see that kind of bloody mess happen in front of them. They’ve had enough drama and trauma in their lives; I don’t need to add to it. The disappointment comes from the feeling that I’ve somehow let down the people who depend on me to do my job without failure. Like somehow it reflects poorly on them that I got my face bashed by a one foot toy packed with “D” batteries. Angry! Well let’s see. I was blubbering cry baby for about 2 hours. I mean, yeah, it fucking hurt! But I shoulda been about to cry it out and get it done with and be done with the sniffling crying. Nooooooooooooo. I gotta get all hormonal and girlie and cry every time someone asked me if I was ok. Then just get all irrationally emotional and grrrrrrrrr, I hate that.
The psychology of females… No let’s start with males. We encourage males to be tough. “Why are you crying? Stop your crying, I’ll give you something to cry about. Stop your crying.” Yada-yada-yada-yada. Girls, aka, the female of the species are, on the other hand, encouraged to express feelings and cry and all that other mamby-pamby shite. So when we get mad, we cry. When we get hurt, we cry, get upset and cry more. Girls are not given the appropriate coping skills for dealing with stress and anger. If they somehow do have the appropriate coping skills, meaning doesn’t get all girlie under stress and anger, then we’re just evil she-devilish bi-atches. Anyhoo, that’s the gist of it.
This morning when I got to work, I said to a third shifter that I thought about the top ten ways to get fired from this job. He just kinda smiled and set his PDA down and commented, “It’s not the top10 you should worry about, when it’s number 11, the one you never thought of that does get you out the door.” EEP! How right he is on that one. For the most part, everyone has been sympathetic and trying to give me kudos for coming back to work the next day. If they only knew that I’m only trying to protect the vacation over-time nest egg more than anything, I would have otherwise stayed home and not gone near the building. Workman’s Comp has already called today trying to ascertain the amount of suck up that needs to happen due to having a fracture in my nose from a toy that should have never gone to the gym in the first place. Grrrrrrr.
That’s all for now. Have a better week than me! =)
Tammolly~ Wary of anything near my face. Blah
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Optimus Prime Broke My Nose
Yeah, you read it. I’m not kidding. Optimus Prime broke my friggen nose! Ok, it’s fractured at the point where the cartilage meets the bone. Owie!!! It sucked ass too. Nose is throbbing at the moment. Just wanted to get that out there. ANGRY! Grrrrrrrr. Upset! Annoyed! Disappointed! *sniffle* Too much drama for the kids to see, feel bad for that. I think I had pint of blood on the gym floor. Yet, I still have my job. I get to go back to work tomorrow. Yay-rah-rah! Not. More to come later when I’m not so emotional.
Tammolly~ Feelin’ Icky
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Tammolly~ Feelin’ Icky
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Have You Seen My Baseball?
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
Soooooooooo, it’s been a hectic week dealing with two new admissions to the unit and a discharge. One of my little ones has gone to a good loving home, so I couldn’t be happier for him. I’m glad to know, actually ecstatic to know that this child’s biological parents will not have access to him ever again. He has gone to a caring and loving family that has fostered him several times and this is a good thing. Moving away and out of state from the biologicals is also a plus for all involved. WOO HOO! Can I get a WOO HOO for the system that actually worked?
We’ve had two new admits to my unit this week, and we’re losing three admits in total this month. Things are changing and that’s either a good thing or a bad thing, I’m not sure yet. At this point, it’s hard telling due to the unknowns with the new kids. More shifting around will be occurring due to the new group home opening up and shuffling a few appropriate kids out to that group home from my unit. One of which will be kinda nice to remove the unit since he’s such a pain in the ass in the morning to get up and get dressed, especially since he’s got to be so hands on at times because he just doesn’t want to do what he’s supposed to do in the mornings. The group home pays more than the main buildings due to the higher responsibility involved. This means the house is not locked, the kids can wander freely about the house if you’re not careful, and you’re in a residential neighborhood that may or may not like the fact you have 8 different vehicles taking up space around their cul-de-sac between shift changes.
Sometimes the people that live around the group homes are just assholes and plain ol’ special in the head. Have you seen my baseball? If y’all haven’t seen There’s Something About Mary, then I’ll briefly explain that Mary’s brother is a special needs individual with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) about baseballs and not wanting anyone touching his ears, unless he likes that person, otherwise he flips out and monkey stomps your ass. I’ve got kids like that about various things at times. Imagine living near a house with a load of children with various special needs? I’m not sure how most people would feel about it, but I’ve heard some real jerk-wad stories about current neighbors. Mainly making fun of the kids and saying stuff like “Have you seen my baseball?” Grrrrrrr.
I never thought I could be so protective of them like a mother until I’ve had them out in public with people who look at them like they’re just the most disgusting beings on the planet. I have one child who doesn’t have much of a vocabulary; he obsesses over strawberry waffles at IHOP. He’s a sweet kiddo too. People sometimes look at him when we’re on outings in the community and it makes me irritated to say the least when I see looks of disgust on their faces. Eh? Who the hell gave you the right to judge a child that way?! Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrr.
In other work related news, another one of my co-workers was fired in the past week. WTF?! Apparently one should not be insubordinate with one’s immediate supervisor. It doesn’t matter how long yah been around either, you could get canned. Also, telling a resident they are disgusting is not acceptable fodder to spew about in front of them, no matter how true it is. These are just mental notes, especially after the whole paper tossing incident that could have potentially gotten me into deep shit, but was luckily Jedi Knighted away. This is not the incident you are looking for. Carry on as if nothing happened. HAH! I am watching all me P’s and Q’, my one year anniversary is next month! =)
So HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY peoples! I am knocking around bronchitis yet again whilst I chow upon a bowl of clam chowder, cleaning off the very highly cluttered desk while sipping coca-cola from a Styrofoam cup and chattin’ with my honey while he’s trying to work. =) Hee-hee-hee. All the while I have been rolodexing through my music collection and jamming to energetic parakeet squawks and Rammstein. Throw in my constant obsessing over budgetary demands; it’s been a slightly busy day. I suppose the budgetary obsessing is a direct of result of being unemployed once upon a time. It sucked ass.
Alas, next month is the nearly infamous anniversary of Gulf Wars. The trip from hell that nearly killed me and several of my Rivenstar buddies at any given moment while on the road. See Gulf Wars post. No trailers this time. No one but the Adam and Me driving down. No obnoxious “Go Team Rivenstar!” Bless the poor soul who was Camp and Caravan Dad and will never do it again. Poor guy.
YAY! Gonna stop by and see the Mom along the way. She’s a halfway point of the trip now. Mom’s been so darn excited she can hardly contain herself. She’s already cooking for an army, I know it! Homemade biscuits and gravy, hash browns, potato pan cakes, BBQ, all kinds of goodies she’s talking about. Throw in the homemade strawberry freezer jam, and we’re in hog heaven. =) I have already told her and emphasized not to go overboard, but I know she will. Gotta love the Mom.
Oh well. Time to jet!
Tammolly~ Lookin’ forward to vacation time!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Soooooooooo, it’s been a hectic week dealing with two new admissions to the unit and a discharge. One of my little ones has gone to a good loving home, so I couldn’t be happier for him. I’m glad to know, actually ecstatic to know that this child’s biological parents will not have access to him ever again. He has gone to a caring and loving family that has fostered him several times and this is a good thing. Moving away and out of state from the biologicals is also a plus for all involved. WOO HOO! Can I get a WOO HOO for the system that actually worked?
We’ve had two new admits to my unit this week, and we’re losing three admits in total this month. Things are changing and that’s either a good thing or a bad thing, I’m not sure yet. At this point, it’s hard telling due to the unknowns with the new kids. More shifting around will be occurring due to the new group home opening up and shuffling a few appropriate kids out to that group home from my unit. One of which will be kinda nice to remove the unit since he’s such a pain in the ass in the morning to get up and get dressed, especially since he’s got to be so hands on at times because he just doesn’t want to do what he’s supposed to do in the mornings. The group home pays more than the main buildings due to the higher responsibility involved. This means the house is not locked, the kids can wander freely about the house if you’re not careful, and you’re in a residential neighborhood that may or may not like the fact you have 8 different vehicles taking up space around their cul-de-sac between shift changes.
Sometimes the people that live around the group homes are just assholes and plain ol’ special in the head. Have you seen my baseball? If y’all haven’t seen There’s Something About Mary, then I’ll briefly explain that Mary’s brother is a special needs individual with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) about baseballs and not wanting anyone touching his ears, unless he likes that person, otherwise he flips out and monkey stomps your ass. I’ve got kids like that about various things at times. Imagine living near a house with a load of children with various special needs? I’m not sure how most people would feel about it, but I’ve heard some real jerk-wad stories about current neighbors. Mainly making fun of the kids and saying stuff like “Have you seen my baseball?” Grrrrrrr.
I never thought I could be so protective of them like a mother until I’ve had them out in public with people who look at them like they’re just the most disgusting beings on the planet. I have one child who doesn’t have much of a vocabulary; he obsesses over strawberry waffles at IHOP. He’s a sweet kiddo too. People sometimes look at him when we’re on outings in the community and it makes me irritated to say the least when I see looks of disgust on their faces. Eh? Who the hell gave you the right to judge a child that way?! Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrr.
In other work related news, another one of my co-workers was fired in the past week. WTF?! Apparently one should not be insubordinate with one’s immediate supervisor. It doesn’t matter how long yah been around either, you could get canned. Also, telling a resident they are disgusting is not acceptable fodder to spew about in front of them, no matter how true it is. These are just mental notes, especially after the whole paper tossing incident that could have potentially gotten me into deep shit, but was luckily Jedi Knighted away. This is not the incident you are looking for. Carry on as if nothing happened. HAH! I am watching all me P’s and Q’, my one year anniversary is next month! =)
So HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY peoples! I am knocking around bronchitis yet again whilst I chow upon a bowl of clam chowder, cleaning off the very highly cluttered desk while sipping coca-cola from a Styrofoam cup and chattin’ with my honey while he’s trying to work. =) Hee-hee-hee. All the while I have been rolodexing through my music collection and jamming to energetic parakeet squawks and Rammstein. Throw in my constant obsessing over budgetary demands; it’s been a slightly busy day. I suppose the budgetary obsessing is a direct of result of being unemployed once upon a time. It sucked ass.
Alas, next month is the nearly infamous anniversary of Gulf Wars. The trip from hell that nearly killed me and several of my Rivenstar buddies at any given moment while on the road. See Gulf Wars post. No trailers this time. No one but the Adam and Me driving down. No obnoxious “Go Team Rivenstar!” Bless the poor soul who was Camp and Caravan Dad and will never do it again. Poor guy.
YAY! Gonna stop by and see the Mom along the way. She’s a halfway point of the trip now. Mom’s been so darn excited she can hardly contain herself. She’s already cooking for an army, I know it! Homemade biscuits and gravy, hash browns, potato pan cakes, BBQ, all kinds of goodies she’s talking about. Throw in the homemade strawberry freezer jam, and we’re in hog heaven. =) I have already told her and emphasized not to go overboard, but I know she will. Gotta love the Mom.
Oh well. Time to jet!
Tammolly~ Lookin’ forward to vacation time!
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Thank You Mister Sunshine
On A Super Bowl Sunday!
So, it was a hectic day at work. General nonsense, nothing new for a weekend with the exception of my UC calling off and having a new guy working on the unit that doesn’t know or understand the meaning of deodorant must be worn at all times if you plan to stand within three feet of me. Throw in a visiting UC from the group homes that came in to help cover gaps in the system, it was kinda nutty all around all day long. Figuring that we might fill up an entire time out sheet between two shifts on an average weekend, we filled one up and then some today. Oy-vey! Crazy children! No problemo! I got my stuff done and got out the door by 3:45! WOO HOO!
Finally got a hold of my dad who hasn’t answered his phone in over a week, my concern was something along the lines of if something had happened to him, I wouldn’t know about it until he’s bloated and attracting flies in February or maybe his dog has been gnawing on his fingers for the past week or so. Yah know, all kinds morbid worrying stuff because he lives alone. YAY! He answered his phone today, glad he’s ok. JOY! Apparently he had a power surge during the big lightening storm prior to the big freeze and snow. Blew up the phones and he didn’t know it. Whoops. Glad I won’t be making any impromptu hour long trips tomorrow to make sure he’s still alive. Crimany!
Then, there’s the co-worker that got fired the other day. I think it’s a crock of shit, especially since the child that was involved with the incident that lead up to getting her fired has been an absolute defiant shit for the past two weeks and has been cruising for time outs and restraints to no end. Yup, you guessed, he’s one of mine. My main concern with him is that there’s something going on with him that he’s not expressing to us, except through whacky acts of defiance and aggression. Little shit threw a toy dinosaur at me today and he’s gone bye-bye-bye for the next 24 hours. He asked me for that dinosaur all day and got aggressive about it each time I said no, and each time he was restrained and escorted to the QR for a nice ol’ time out to complete. He eventually stopped asking for that toy, especially when second shift came in to take over. Uh-huh. He knew better.
Then there’s my adorable little red headed monster that for some reason had it in for one of his peers big time today. We’re talking four serious aggressions that involved some serious restraints and at one point, we thought possible medical attention for the peer he continued to terrorize. Christ almighty, this child was evil today. The last aggression was the doozy, knocked his peer right out of the chair by pulling it over. THUNK! Although, I had to laugh, because when the monster got out of that time out, that peer got him back and got him hard too. There were no sympathetic hugs and boohooing from me. It was a natural consequence as far as I’m concerned. Like, if your foot hurts because you had to have your shoes taken away due to kicking the door, and you continue to kick the door, there’s a natural consequence! Ugh.
Tammolly ~Grumpy.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
So, it was a hectic day at work. General nonsense, nothing new for a weekend with the exception of my UC calling off and having a new guy working on the unit that doesn’t know or understand the meaning of deodorant must be worn at all times if you plan to stand within three feet of me. Throw in a visiting UC from the group homes that came in to help cover gaps in the system, it was kinda nutty all around all day long. Figuring that we might fill up an entire time out sheet between two shifts on an average weekend, we filled one up and then some today. Oy-vey! Crazy children! No problemo! I got my stuff done and got out the door by 3:45! WOO HOO!
Finally got a hold of my dad who hasn’t answered his phone in over a week, my concern was something along the lines of if something had happened to him, I wouldn’t know about it until he’s bloated and attracting flies in February or maybe his dog has been gnawing on his fingers for the past week or so. Yah know, all kinds morbid worrying stuff because he lives alone. YAY! He answered his phone today, glad he’s ok. JOY! Apparently he had a power surge during the big lightening storm prior to the big freeze and snow. Blew up the phones and he didn’t know it. Whoops. Glad I won’t be making any impromptu hour long trips tomorrow to make sure he’s still alive. Crimany!
Then, there’s the co-worker that got fired the other day. I think it’s a crock of shit, especially since the child that was involved with the incident that lead up to getting her fired has been an absolute defiant shit for the past two weeks and has been cruising for time outs and restraints to no end. Yup, you guessed, he’s one of mine. My main concern with him is that there’s something going on with him that he’s not expressing to us, except through whacky acts of defiance and aggression. Little shit threw a toy dinosaur at me today and he’s gone bye-bye-bye for the next 24 hours. He asked me for that dinosaur all day and got aggressive about it each time I said no, and each time he was restrained and escorted to the QR for a nice ol’ time out to complete. He eventually stopped asking for that toy, especially when second shift came in to take over. Uh-huh. He knew better.
Then there’s my adorable little red headed monster that for some reason had it in for one of his peers big time today. We’re talking four serious aggressions that involved some serious restraints and at one point, we thought possible medical attention for the peer he continued to terrorize. Christ almighty, this child was evil today. The last aggression was the doozy, knocked his peer right out of the chair by pulling it over. THUNK! Although, I had to laugh, because when the monster got out of that time out, that peer got him back and got him hard too. There were no sympathetic hugs and boohooing from me. It was a natural consequence as far as I’m concerned. Like, if your foot hurts because you had to have your shoes taken away due to kicking the door, and you continue to kick the door, there’s a natural consequence! Ugh.
Tammolly ~Grumpy.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…
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