Why do I feel the need to organize every little thing and contain it away in a container of some sort? Please explain it to my husband. His name is Joel. He doesn't "get it".
I don't know where this obsession comes from. My mother was a neat-freak and my dad came from a long line of disorganization and semi-hoarders. I always felt more comfortable with Dad's family, even though disorder causes my brain to feel overloaded and messy. This only happens when it's my own; other people can live how they want to and I don't even see the little (or big) messes that occupy their homes.
How can I explain this to Joel when I can't figure it out myself? It's not even that I'm that organized. I just figure if it's in a container, it's 'contained' and not spilling out everywhere. Problem is, now I have all these containers with unorganized "stuff" in them.
I'm hopeless.
A place to unload the worries of the day and celebrate the knowledge I am not alone in this crazy world!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Work...Blah Blah Blah
Had a very up-and-down day. I dealt with a very angry consumer because management took something away from him that he considers very important. Ok, so it's just chocolate milk. To him, though, it may as well be the world. He was ready to "kick our asses" and we were all "going to hell". He even got up out of his chair with his fist raised, ready to strike whichever staff happened to be in his way. That staff happened to be me.
I really love (insert sarcastic tone here) when management, etc., write up "pretty" programs for the consumers, then put it on us "lowly" staff to enforce the new rules. They aren't the ones who work directly with them; they just want everything to look good for the government and to cover their own agendas.
Work dominates my mind. I hate and despise working for and under other people. Working with folks who deal with mental illness and developmental delays/issues is stressful enough without having "bosses" undermining what we do.
I'm still reeling over her self-righteous and condescending attitude of the interim LPN at the staff meeting last week. I literally thought she was going to jump on top of the table and slap us all with neglect charges (one of the consumers lost one of his hearing aids and this was the first she heard of it. It was written in the staff notes, which she says everyone should read, but also said that wasn't sufficient because she doesn't read the staff notes. Aren't they there for communication between us? Maybe she should follow her own hard-and-fast rules.) She had valid points, but she handled it without tact and without any motivating factors at all.
We are supposed to be near perfect in all aspects of our job: programs, diets, medications, cleaning, laundry, stubborn, angry consumers, incontinence of every kind, following strict menus and guidelines, dealing with families...the list could go one and on. At times I think my every move is not just questioned, but criticized. It's very frustrating.
There's no direction. Almost everyone is temporary and their focus is somewhere else. We're floundering and have no one to throw us an anchor. Other than band together and create a mutiny of sorts, I'm not sure there's anything we can do about it. And personally? I'm paid less than anyone there, even though I've been there for over a year and people have been hired after me.
It's not anything I want to do, but maybe I should check into another company. I might as well get paid more for doing the same thing.
I really love (insert sarcastic tone here) when management, etc., write up "pretty" programs for the consumers, then put it on us "lowly" staff to enforce the new rules. They aren't the ones who work directly with them; they just want everything to look good for the government and to cover their own agendas.
Work dominates my mind. I hate and despise working for and under other people. Working with folks who deal with mental illness and developmental delays/issues is stressful enough without having "bosses" undermining what we do.
I'm still reeling over her self-righteous and condescending attitude of the interim LPN at the staff meeting last week. I literally thought she was going to jump on top of the table and slap us all with neglect charges (one of the consumers lost one of his hearing aids and this was the first she heard of it. It was written in the staff notes, which she says everyone should read, but also said that wasn't sufficient because she doesn't read the staff notes. Aren't they there for communication between us? Maybe she should follow her own hard-and-fast rules.) She had valid points, but she handled it without tact and without any motivating factors at all.
We are supposed to be near perfect in all aspects of our job: programs, diets, medications, cleaning, laundry, stubborn, angry consumers, incontinence of every kind, following strict menus and guidelines, dealing with families...the list could go one and on. At times I think my every move is not just questioned, but criticized. It's very frustrating.
There's no direction. Almost everyone is temporary and their focus is somewhere else. We're floundering and have no one to throw us an anchor. Other than band together and create a mutiny of sorts, I'm not sure there's anything we can do about it. And personally? I'm paid less than anyone there, even though I've been there for over a year and people have been hired after me.
It's not anything I want to do, but maybe I should check into another company. I might as well get paid more for doing the same thing.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
It's Real and it's True
We find ways to show our love for each other.
Love is an action word. It's what we do, not how we feel.
Love is a gift, one to cherish and open often. It's inspiration for me to be better.
I have been sick for the last week. Yesterday I went to the doctor and was prescribed medication for the nausea I've had, but felt so sick I just wanted to get home. Needless to say, I didn't get out to pick it up. My wonderful husband left early for work to go pick it up for me. I know it's a smallish thing, but it meant the world to me. I am very blessed to have him in my life.
Love is an action word. It's what we do, not how we feel.
Love is a gift, one to cherish and open often. It's inspiration for me to be better.
I have been sick for the last week. Yesterday I went to the doctor and was prescribed medication for the nausea I've had, but felt so sick I just wanted to get home. Needless to say, I didn't get out to pick it up. My wonderful husband left early for work to go pick it up for me. I know it's a smallish thing, but it meant the world to me. I am very blessed to have him in my life.
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