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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Location: California, United States

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

It's Only Tuesday

The computer is not together. After obedience training, Jaz and I napped most of the afternoon on Sunday. And it seems that all of the pieces were not present and accounted for anyway. The remainder arrived yesterday.

I did come to a realization however. That is, I am not overwhelmed by my house. But I sure have a hell of a lot to throw or give away.

Another realization. I am not going to freak out over that dumb job of mine. There is no point to it if I let them kill me. It turns out that one of the poor nursing directors called in on a weekend to check on her facility and the staff accused her of being drunk. Over the telephone.

She was probably exhausted, awoke groggily from a nightmare about her facility, and thought it would be a good idea to check and see if the staff had burned the place down while she slept.

Large corporations are all alike. Whatever they tell you, they don't care about people. They care about the bottom line. I'm gonna go play Nursie 8 hours a day and be done with it.

Pardon me, but it appears that my hippie cum revolutionary cum angry dyke roots are showing. Gonna find me some of that lezzie coffee and pout in my office this morning. And I'm too damned disgruntled to post a bunch of links.

The news sucks too. I'm on the hunt today for a really big belly laugh.

9 Comments:

Blogger KMae said...

Well, I hear that!
Companies do NOT give a
Ratz Ass Shit
about their employees.
Nada zip zelch.
At least SOMEtimes the clients, customers, patients, passengers actually appreciate our hard work!
That is always a plus.

8:39 AM PDT  
Blogger ~ nellenelle said...

*hugs*

Have a couple of six packs, then call that staff. ;-)

Didja find a new home?

9:35 AM PDT  
Blogger Ting said...

Sounds like you have come to some good realizations, Pam. Life's too short to let your job get the best of you. I agree about corporations and that's why I will never work for one again unless I'm desperate.

Get yourself a glass of wine and park yourself in front of the tv to watch "Whose Line is it Anyway?" episodes. That show always makes me laugh.

10:08 AM PDT  
Blogger just me said...

Hmmmm, I am trying really hard to think of something to induce huge belly laughs in you but I can only come up with small tummy giggles.

10:12 AM PDT  
Blogger kitty litter said...

3 years ago in a cabin from whence this pic was taken I had the most amazing orgasm of my life.....that was a dry bed below before that night :)

http://www.fototime.com/04C1DD9F86DC2F6/standard.jpg

12:10 PM PDT  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Two nuns and a duck walk into a bar...

I don't have the rest of that joke, but the image of two nuns and a duck walking into a bar is pretty damn funny.

Go ahead, laugh, you know you want to.

12:11 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

roflmao KL! Here's the Pic of the scene of the crime for those who want an easy link ;^)

You're right KMae. They often appreciate our hard work. And it always makes me feel good when I really help someone.

Nelle, my ass would be fired so fast I wouldn't have time to pack up my office coffee pot.

Sounds like a plan to me Ting. I always knew my sister was smarter than me.

Tummy giggles would work JM

LOL Guy Who Writes This. You're right. It works ;^)

7:28 PM PDT  
Blogger El G├╝ero said...

Belly laugh? The video of Bush massaging the German Chancellor's neck and her brushing him off with a look of disgust on her face. Or perhaps that's worth a cry....

9:38 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

LOLOL! That's a must see elG ;^)

8:44 AM PDT  

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