Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy Birthday America


Thanks for giving me the freedom to enjoy a lack of w$#k, affordable basic healthcare and most likely any kind of Social Security benefit that I have been paying into for the past 28 years. Thanks for spending billions of tax dollars on a personal agenda war and bailouts for the greedy corporate sleeze who suck up the money and as a thank you make their fees for services for basic necessities such as a bank account almost out of my reach.

Feeling a little stressed today. My latest assignment is for an individual with Oldtimers Disease and they can become verbally and physically abusive. My first time in this situation. I've sat only a few hours with friends parents who had this disease before but none had the mean streak.

As far as w#@k goes my past experience is leaning towards folks who end up physically disabled, either through an accident or disease who may have a little forgetfulness but mentally are there.


After my first shift the family member asked me if I was still interested in coming back a few more times in a tone of voice that expected me to say no. I know its not the clients fault and it doesnt anger me at all to be told off by them but making sure they stay safe, dont run away and trying to get them to take their meds is stressful.

The family explained that they dont want the person totally drugged up but they are mood altering kinds of meds. The catch is gently trying to get the person to take the drugs (no one is forced to take drugs) can set them off enraged for hours but when they dont take them the last dosage is wearing off and they can get ugly. Either way you lose. I'm taking it all in stride and staying positive and calm around the client but the family has said when they get agitated there is no reasoning.

My boss has said this could lead to a regular position with them. I think after I get more experience I could relax a little more and know what to expect but this may not be the best fit for me. What a bitch disease for the family to go through. I will say about my boss, I rarely see her in person, which isnt a bad thing but whenever I complete one of these temp jobs she always makes a point to call the family and me and say really nice positive things about my w$#k. She probably does this with everyone but its still good to hear.

On the good news front, I applied at 3 other agencies a few weeks back. The first reply was a rejection and really caused me to have a miserable evening freaking out about money but the next day another agency called and we talked several times over a few hours. Finally I went in for an interview and the folks in charge seemed excited to meet me but then I had to take this dreaded test they called a "Survey".

This was the craziest test ever. All on the computer so you could only mark your answer with no explanation. I had to pick which one I would be most likely to do out of two choices that were both right. Over 100 questions. Which would you be most likely to do, A. wash dirty sheets B. greet the client before beginning caregiving. The whole "survey" was stuff like that, A. show up on time or B. communicate with the family. WTF, I have the feeling if I didnt pick the correct right answer even though everything listed is part of my job I could be baked.

But while I was gone taking the "survey" the 3rd agency called and set up a first interview which I aced. He told me definitely to expect a call after the holiday from the guy who could be my boss for another interview. This may be the job I want the most along with the man I am already set to care for regularly in a few weeks. My interviewer was a thinking person, and I got a little deep on the "where do I want to see myself/goal question in 5 years" but he liked it.

The 4th always reminds me of being in 5th grade during the Bicentennial. We had a parade around the block the school was on and I got to be the Liberty Bell.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Bank of America is a bunch of dirty bastards




Our beloved Motime has gone the way of the dodo, my weight ever being under 110 lbs again and John and Kate's marriage. Just looking at that vile little us.splinder plus all the spam reassures me that I made the correct but sad decision in moving.

My w$#k situation or lack of is still not settled. This agency really doesnt have anything steady for me. I've been filling in for caregivers needing time off and thats it. I think they just continually hire people for this purpose.

I temped helping one man for a few shifts, didnt take long to learn a good day was him only asking to die once.

In the hour of spare time between lunch and his doctors appointment....
"What do you want to do now Robert?"
"I want to die."
"How about I read you the sports page instead?"

Another one of those jobs has led to the individual wanting me to be one of his regular caregivers but thats still a month away from happening after his current aide moves. I love this guy and I think helping him out wont even seem like w#@k but it will only be part time.

I need to find more hours so I've been in contact with another agency this week to try to fill in the holes. All these agencies have the same training program so I just hope I dont have to repeat it all over and over. Being the shortest person in the class I was repeatedly dropped and pinned down in learning blocks and restraints.

This shit is really getting old. The classifieds for other kinds of w$#k are still nonexistent and this should be the prime hiring season, it will only get worse in a month or two.

I logged onto a nursing home website to apply for dining room help. Didnt get the job but did get a laugh from the music on their homepage. What evil web genius decided to have it play a Time To Say Goodbye? How does a girl from the Park even recognize a Time to Say Goodbye especially without the Brightman/Bocelli vocals you may ask. I learned all I know about classical music from the 2 a.m. stereo blastings of cultured alcoholics I spent a week with once.

To top it off this morning I see the $%@^%***#@^&^$%^#%%)*_(*)(*()*^&*$^%#&*^(*)#!!++(&^$#@ Bank of America raised my monthly fee from 5.95 to 8.95 with no warning. I really hope I'm wrong in being an atheist and there is a seat in hell for every banking, insurance, and healthcare executive plus the politicians of course.




Thursday, June 18, 2009

This blog is like a new pair of hiking boots

Have to get it dusty, broken in and wait all day for the cableman tomorrow but it will w$#k.