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Friday. 5.20.11 11:22 pm
Work was busy today. I barely got the time to sit down for lunch. Not that I had anything to eat with me today, but still. With as busy as it was, I could have used the 30 minutes to just sit and relax.

At the height of the busy-ness, we had a code red {for those of you who don't work at a hospital or have never been in a hospital setting where there were posted signs, a code red means fire.} The thing that triggered the code red is absolutely ridiculous. But in order to understand, I have to go back in the shift a little bit.

Earlier in the day, one of my coworkers tried to get a hold of the shift engineer to report a leak to him. He never answered the radio ... all 4 times he was called. So my coworker goes down to the messaging center to see if perhaps they can get a hold of him. He's paged twice and informs the messaging center that he's aware of the leak and that he would get it taken care of. Guess what? He doesn't do shit with the leak because apparently he couldn't find it.

Now fast forward to the code. Since no one could locate the exact location or what had triggered the code, the fire department arrived. They also couldn't find where the trigger was coming from. It was 20 minutes before the code was called clear and the building was put on a fire watch until something could be fixed. {A fire watch is where someone has to walk around the entire building every 15+ minutes checking to make sure nothing is on fire because the system is on hold and won't activate.}

Guess where it was coming from? The leak. On the 2nd floor of the building, they were scrubbing and waxing one of the rooms and there was a hole in the floor. Well, all the water being used to clean was dripping down though that hole and onto some wiring. The wiring belonged to a smoke detector. The dripping water short circuited the wiring, which is what had caused the fire alarm to go off.

If the fucking idiot engineer had taken his time to search for the leak, rather than just looking at the floor for a puddle, not seeing one {the puddle had actually soaked in to the rug that was on the floor} and moving on thinking that nothing was wrong there the whole situation could have been prevented.

I'm glad that tomorrow is my Friday. I've got my dog skills training class on Sunday, then another therapist appointment on Monday. Then back to work Tuesday.

Now that I actually have some time to sit and relax, I am going to take full advantage.

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upcoming events
Wednesday. 5.18.11 12:47 am
Tomorrow I have my volunteer orientation at PAWS from 6-9pm. I'm excited about it, but at the same time a little nervous. It's only because it's something new. I only wish that I would be able to volunteer more of my time, but with working full time and going to school starting next month, I won't have more than maybe two days a week.

I'm going to drive up to my school tomorrow. See how the line in the admissions office looks. I have a feeling it won't be too short considering registration for the summer semester only just started on Monday. We'll see what happens. If it does end up being really long, then I'll just do some research online and wait to sign up for classes when I go in for that orientation/registration on June 1st.

I've got another therapist appointment on Monday afternoon. I'm still not sure what exactly it is I'm supposed to talk about, but I've got a few things written down in the journal she told me to keep.

Then I've got a dentist's appointment on June 6th as well as yet another therapist appointment that same day, but in the afternoon. Then finally a gyno appointment then next, June 7th.

I'm going to be busy.

My headache is getting worse. Screw the wet hair. I'm going to bed.

Until next time NuTang ...

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I hate FB
Saturday. 5.14.11 11:10 pm
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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Friday. 5.13.11 1:16 am
When the title of something has the word "final" in it, doesn't that usually mean the end?

Well apparently not when it comes to movies.

The Final Destination movie series came out with the original, Final Destination {the best, in my opinion,} Final Destination 2, Final Destination 3 and The Final Destination.

Obviously that wasn't enough.

They had to find a whole new cast in order to create Final Destination 5.


FINAL is defined in the dictionary as the following:
a : not to be altered or undone
: coming at the end : being the last in a series, process, or progress

Since when did that become null and void?

Since the movie creators couldn't fucking stop.

Let it go.

Let it die.

Okay, my rant is over. I'm moving on with my life. Back to refreshing my Japanese. So that I can continue on and maybe get through the entire whole of the Rosetta Stone Japanese levels 1-3.

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Wednesday. 5.11.11 11:08 pm
So I don't know if the therapist went well or not. Seeing as how each session is only about 45 minutes long, and with this being the first one, not much was accomplished. At least not in my mind. She wanted me to come back again so I've got two more appointments scheduled; one at the end of this month and another the beginning of next month. We'll see what happens.

I'm sort of going in to a downward spiral right now. With as many things as I've got going for me at the moment {orientations for school and volunteering and a new schedule at work that doesn't require me to work one odd shift each week} I'm not feeling the least bit accomplished.

My mind isn't in it. And when I say "it" I mean anything. I'm actually back to wishing I could just up and disappear. I know that I shouldn't feel that way, but I do.

I'm also aware that this is all stuff to discuss with the therapist over the next couple appointments.

Anywho, we got new pots! I'm really excited about it because the ones that we had were really starting to fall apart. The non-stick coating was coming off almost every single pot/pan that we owned. Only two, one pot and one pan, has survived. These new ones are so nice. Hopefully they'll stay that way for a while.

Alright, I'm done. Until next time ...

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feeling inferior
Sunday. 5.8.11 6:02 pm
The ideas and thoughts that Jacob has been sharing with me lately have been making me feel rather inferior. They're ideas about the body and mind and genetics. Things that could improve or assist different parts or things in the future.

I have nothing even close to that intelligent to talk about. Instead I would complain about something at work. Or just make an unrelated statement about an upcoming appointment.

I keep getting the feeling that maybe I should separate myself from him. I don't want to be the one responsible for holding him back from his dreams or ideas. I'm not physically holding him back, but I feel like he'd be more free to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted if I wasn't around. If he didn't have to worry about me and my financial stability {or lack there of} or my emotional state, then he'd be free. Nothing would be tying him down or holding him back.

It might just be a bit of depression that's triggering all these feelings, but I'm not imagining the fact that he hasn't cuddled up to me in bed in at least 4 days. I'm the only one who's been doing the cuddling.

Two more days. I'll find out about a couple's therapist then. And perhaps discover some of my own problems that I didn't even know were there.

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