February 10, 2017

Two weeks' notice (official) and adventures in reading

I officially submitted my notice at Job #3.  My department head was understanding, thanked me for my service and wished me well.  The nurses at the site I was at were rather upset that I was going.  They made me lay down on their new therapeutic cot (I guess one too many patients have come over all faint in there) and I basically told them the details while lying on my back and with my shoes off.  First time I ever resigned from a job while in the supine position.

Truth be told, I'm kind of upset about leaving these nurses.  Actually, of all the locations I have to go to on Job #3, the one I was at today is by far my favorite.  I'm really going to miss the nurses, doctors, staff, pretty much everyone there, really.  They are some of the most laid-back people in psych nursing that I know.  Unfortunately, I have no more shifts scheduled at that site...but I told them they can always stalk me on social media. 

So I left the site with sadness...though not before hitting the pharmacy on the way out the door and taking advantage of my 25% employee discount one last time.  Don't knock these perks--they add up in the long run.

Anyhow...

Regular readers know I have a habit of randomly requesting books from the library, usually because I get interested in something and want to read all I can about it.  Often, the holds take some time to make it to my tiny (really, it's only one room) branch of the public library, so when I go to pick them up, I'm often surprised at what I had requested.  The librarians are no longer shocked at what I get.  They are also tolerant of my requests, especially since I tend to forget to return books on time and have to pay fines.  I'm good for a couple of dollars a month, at least.

These requests usually occur late at night, when I'm in bed reading and/or surfing on my Kindle.  When I used to do this after a glass or two of wine, I'd apparently request the most random stuff.  Now that I am not drinking...I still apparently request the most random stuff. 

So I go to pick up the latest haul.  In it, there is:
  • A collection of novels by Richard Bachman, a.k.a. Stephen King.  I didn't remember why I wanted this one until I saw that The Running Man was one of the stories.  Yes, the book that the movie is based on.  Seriously, did you know that Stephen King of all people wrote that?  I certainly didn't...though now that I know, it makes sense.
  • A book on borderline personality disorder.  Given my area of nursing, that is no surprise.
  • A book on North Korea.  Also not surprising.  North Korea fascinates me.  I have no desire to visit there though as I'd probably never be let out, but I'll read all I can about it.
  • A biography of one of the Ramones.  I think that was due to a discussion that I had with a coworker--we're both fans.  I don't remember which Ramone it was offhand.  Joey?
  • And five (!) books on the Vestal Virgins.  Now THIS one, I'm trying to figure out.
Five books on the Vestal Virgins...really.  I should check my Kindle's browsing history to see where I was surfing that got me so intrigued to get my virgin knowledge on.

So yeah, I have a lot of literature to keep me occupied for the next 6 weeks. 

February 8, 2017

Two weeks' notice...almost

Tomorrow, I officially give notice at Job #3.  My friend/manager took my e-mail well and was understanding.  She reassured me that I would always be welcome back whenever I wanted to, which was nice.  I have two more assignments there:  tomorrow and in two weeks.  After that, it is finished, and I am down to only one job.  That's going to take some getting used to.

February 1, 2017

High anxiety, you win...

I'm a Mel Brooks fan.  I couldn't find History of the World Part I to watch, but I did find High Anxiety, so I put that on instead.  It's a fun way to spend the night when you can't sleep.

My father actually took me and my sister to see that movie when it first came out in the theaters in the 1980s.  I'm sure the theater staff thought he was crazy, but our family has always has a warped sense of humor.  We didn't get all the jokes but we never asked Dad to explain them....and I don't think he would have anyway.  It wasn't until many, many years later, that I fully understood every single thing in the movie.

I do remember my sister and I spent the rest of the day singing "The Inquisition."  I still do sing it at times.

My father also took us to see Monty Python's The Meaning of Life in the theaters.  But singing "Every Sperm is Sacred" doesn't go over well when you're in Catholic school.

Moving on to nursing news...

I'm still working on that Job #3 resignation plan.  The letter is pretty much done.  I've stop accepting any work requests using a variety of creative but true excuses.  I'm back there next week so that's when I can make the resignation official.  The immediate next step is the hardest:  calling my friend/manager to let her know I'm leaving before I actually do it.  I know she's going to try to talk me into staying...again:  she was successful in doing that once before.  She's going to be disappointed.  But I need to let this job go, for my own sanity.  I need to think about that first and foremost and resist.

Maybe I'll do it by e-mail instead.  I know, I'm a non-confrontational wuss.

Whatever way I decide to do it, I need to do it really soon because I swore to myself come Hell or high water, I was resigning the next time I went in.

Work anxiety, you win...

January 30, 2017

In which Meriwhen shrinks, and crafts a resignation to boot

Since November, I've lost about 15 lb.  I decided to try intermittent fasting...well, the Leangains method, since the idea of going 24 hours without any sort of food is inconceivable to me.  Well, except that time I had my tonsils removed:  I lived on ginger ale for a whole month because it was too painful to eat anything at all.  I lost 30 lb. that month, but I don't recommend tonsillectomies as a weight loss method.

The all-the-ice-cream-you-can-eat thing is a myth, BTW.  And if you can, get the tonsils out when you're a kid.  I was 21 when I had mine removed.  I'm still traumatized from the experience.

So Leangains....you fast 16 hours, eat 8 hours.  So I don't eat at work and go right to sleep when I get home.  I wake up and then I have 8 hours to eat what I want.  I still try to eat sensibly though, but I do feel less deprived doing it this way than I would if I was counting calories and looking at forbidden foods.

So 15 lb done.  20+ to go.  I'll be happy if I hit the low 160s.  I'm tall, so I can carry 160s well.

Anyhow...

I officially decided to resign from Job #3.  You know I've been on the fence about it for a while, and I was going to do it in November until my new supervisor happened to be a former coworker/friend who didn't want to see me go.  So I held off and held on.  I wasn't scheduled there at all in December, which made me realize how much I've been missing my days off.  And the better half and little ones loved having me around more instead of hauling off to the day job after a full week of working nights.

Then I was a no-call/no-show at Job #3 in January.

I'm very meticulous with my work schedules, and often know them better than the schedulers.   For some reason, the day I was scheduled for this month escaped me and my calendar.  I didn't realize what happened until the scheduler called me to make sure I was alive (that's how meticulous I am--if I don't show up for work without calling off, they automatically assume I'm dead or on the way to death).  I reassured her that I still had a pulse (74 bpm), then checked my e-mails...and found the one where I agreed to work that specific day.  Still don't know how it got away from me.

But you know what?  After finding out I was a no-call/no-show...I was strangely apathetic.  I didn't seem bothered about missing work itself.  I was more bothered that I didn't keep the calendar up.  But as for not being there...I sometimes feel guilty calling off when sick and holding a doctor's note in hand.  But I didn't feel guilty about this.

And so I realized that perhaps, it's time to let Job #3 go.

The problem is that I actually have to resign in person...well, via company intranet.  So I have to wait until my next scheduled day in February (and yes, the calendar was triple-checked), and then go resign.  I'm working on my letter that I'll fax over with the computer resignation explaining why I'm going.  The official reason--and actually, the honest reason--will be that I am taking on more responsibilities at Job #1 and that I will no longer have the extra time to meet the PRN requirements.  That is a story for another post.

I called Human Resources at Job #3.  I only have to give 72 hours notice (really!).  I plan give 3 weeks and work all the days I have scheduled in February.  I will talk to my friend/supervisor first, to give her a heads-up so she's not blind-sided.

January 4, 2017

Happy 2017

New Year's Eve at work was calm.  We got to see the ball drop on television, and we all enjoyed our pot luck and complementary sparkling cider.  Then I had to go give multiple IMs to a patient who decided to get undressed and completely lose it...right after we had finally gotten all the manic patients to fall asleep.  Of course, that woke them up.

The following night, same unit, but much better.  Only one IM needed, and it was requested by the same patient before things got out of control.

It wouldn't be a holiday without some excitement, now would it?

December 31, 2016

Last post of 2016

It has been exactly 4 weeks to the day since my last update.  I meant to post sooner, but it has been a tough month.

My mother had arrived the day before my birthday and was at my sister's house...I was going to be a bit evil and call my sister that evening to say that I wanted to bring the little ones over to her house for a play date, but decided that the day of the birthday itself was going to be stressful enough.

I could not fall asleep easily...just like last year...so I ended up on the couch watching documentaries and thinking about my dad.  Had my cry and then ended up falling asleep to a documentary about North Korea.  Dad would have appreciated that.

The birthday surprise dinner went well.  I apparently was convincing enough in my surprise that they bought it. 

My mother's visit went as well as they usually go.  The usual ups and downs, the usual stressors.  Some sadness as we thought about Dad, especially when all of the kids were together.  He loved his army of grandsons and they missed him.  Lots of rain, as it tends to rain out here whenever she comes to visit.

I was able to swing 7 straight days off, so we were able to spend plenty of time together. 

Christmas came and went.  Sent Mom back home, had a day off with just the better half and little ones, then went back to work.  And here I am.

I don't feel like reflecting on 2016; if you want to know my thoughts on the year, read the earlier entries.  I don't have any real resolutions for the new year...maybe curb buying so much yarn and start using up the stash I have.  And of course, to make it to 2018. 

December 3, 2016

Only in psych nursing is playing cards with a patient not only allowed, it's also a therapeutic intervention

Try doing that on a med-surg floor and see what happens.

Anyhow, it was a slow night so I played some Gin Rummy with a patient....well, with a patient and their hallucinations.  It was a fun game.  The patient was a very good player, though every so often, the patient would stop and respond, or start conversing with one of the voices.  Sometimes I wasn't sure if the conversation was directed at myself, the voice(s), or both/all of us.

I lost most of the hands.  It was an uneven match-up if you think about it.