Category Archives: work

I Shoulda Stayed in Bed

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There are days like that and today is one of those days.  I can’t even go into detail about why today is the blowiest, suckiest of all days because it’s not my story to tell even though I’m one of the players.  So rather than dwell on why today is blowy and sucky (and I’m sorry for the inelegant prose) I’m going to play a game of Anywhere But Here.  Let’s see…I could be…

On a ship (see Dad, I called it a ship instead of a boat, aren’t you proud??) cruising to ports near lush tropical isles.  I am lounging in a deck chair by the pool, trashy/smutty book in one hand, and something alchololic and blue in the other.  With a teensy umbrella in it.  TWO teensy umbrellas.  There is a salty sea breeze blowing my hair around and a cover band playing some good Southern rock, just because that’s what I feel like listening to right now.  Tall, dark, and handsome pulls up the chair next to mine and in addition to being tall, dark and handsome, he’s also funny and smart and kinda nerdy and thinks I’m awesome…

Share your Anywhere But Here in the comments.  Or at least take a moment and help me wish mine into existence.  Consider it a public service.

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Where Izzybella Pokes a Little Fun

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I love my students, but I’m gonna rag on them a little bit.  When I send them an email with the statement “You will be taking your exam at X location,” it amuses me a bunch when they reply to me with the question, “Where do I go to take my exam?”  Seriously that first sentence where I tell them where they’re taking their exam is like the first sentence in the first paragraph.  And I had more than one student send me that, so I just had to laugh.  It’s only the first week of school, and they’re already ignoring me!  🙂

Where Izzybella Catches Ya’ll Up

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Yeah, it’s been a while.  I had stuff to do, see, work stuff and other stuff.  This excuse is lame, is it not?  But it’s true.  Truthy.

So, let me break it down into two parts because I feel like doing that way.

Work: This is my busy season (this and December/January).  For some reason the fall start date kicks my butt.  I think it might be that we tend to accept so many more students in the fall, but we also had some new start-up sites, which I realize means nothing to you, but let me assure you it’s a lot of work.  I also travel with the lead teachers and a few administrators to our distance sites to do new student orientation, which I love, mostly because it’s fantastic to meet the students who have been emailing me for so many months.  Right when they first start the program, they’re so excited and happy to be here.  You have to cherish that because in less than a year, they’ll be bitter, unhappy, exhausted seniors who will hate every single one of us up until the day they graduate from the program.  They usually lighten up again by then!  The prospect of no more classes will do that to a student.  My SR2 students started courses today, but the rest of them start next Monday.  Lots to do between now and then.

Friends/Family/Everything else: My friend R got married this last weekend.  This is fabulous because weddings are always terrific, but mostly because she’s marrying a really nice guy.  I think he might actually be the last nice guy, which means I’m dead out of luck, but I couldn’t wish her more joy than I already do.  We did the bachelorette party two weekends ago.  I won nothing from the various contests.  I think I might have had a chance with some nekkid man artwork, had Chauceriangirl not played her hand at the last minute.  Her nekkid man art revealed nothing, yet everything.  It was genius.  She deserved the win, trust me.  Also, I had no idea my sister could be that filthy.

Wedding was last Friday, followed by reception on Sunday.  Here’s a good reception story for you and by good I mean embarrassing for me, personally, hence my goofy-ass need to immediately post it on the internet.  I wore heels to R’s reception.  Back about 100 lbs ago, this wouldn’t be particularly noteworthy, but I stopped wearing heels years ago because of heel spurs and ouchie feet.  As a result I am out of practice and no longer walk very well in heels.  But I promised R I would so I did.  Enter the Electric Slide.  Enter me trying to dance the Electric Slide.  It was badness and I decided to beat a hasty retreat, at which point I fell hard on my ass.  It was awesome.  Also it was caught on video by a co-worker who is now emailing me to tell me she accepts payment in twizzlers and oreos.  She keeps threatening to You Tube it, but I have decided to hold a hard stance on negotiating with You Tube terrorists.  After all, there are already a million You Tube videos depicting fat women falling on their asses as they attempt to dance.  I don’t think mine would add anything special to the genre.  But if she does post it, I’ll be sure and link you.  I’m a masochist that way.

My parents watched the RNC last weekend.  My parents are hard-core, ya’ll.  My stepmother loves, loves, loves Paul Ryan.  She doesn’t love Mitt Romney exactly but since she thinks Obama is the anti-Christ, he already has her vote.  I also witnessed the Clint Eastwood debacle since, you know, every single television in the house was turned on to the RNC.  I still love you, Clint Eastwood, even if you’d have been better off keeping your opinions to yourself.  This is my new philosophy this election season, starting now.  Unless you are one of the select few individuals who will love me no matter who I vote for, I have political views and I’m officially keeping them to myself.  Feel free to discuss with me, but don’t expect an agreement, disagreement or any other response.  The only caveat:  I am all for differing opinions but stop with all the hatin’.  You can think Obama’s policies are detrimental to the national economy without attacking him as a person, husband or father.  You can think Mitt Romney’s policies are antiquated and out-of-touch without throwing down about him being a filthy rich douche-canoe.  I’m willing to listen to anyone’s point-of-view if they have the intelligence and maturity to express it thoughtfully and in an educated manner.  This means that, yes, when my stepmother called Obama “lazy” over the weekend, we might have possibly had a small screaming match.  A teensy one.  Seriously?  Stop the hate, ya’ll!!  It just makes you look stupid.  Also?  People who hate have bad skin and smelly feet.  It’s a proven fact.

Finally, I saw Bourne Legacy this weekend.  Jeremy Renner?  Is awesome and wears the hell out of a suit.  That is all.

She Lives It

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I’m sitting in someone else’s office right now.  The person who’s office this is, we’ll call her MT2 (Mother Teresa Squared), is the kindest, most patient, cheerful person I have ever met in my entire life.  I’ve worked at Nursing for over a year now and I’ve never seen MT2 in a bad mood.  Her official job title is something like “Make the Student’s Life Easier Coordinator.”  Not that exactly, but close.  🙂

MT2 has been tutoring a student who struggled with the BSN exit exam.  It’s a five hour comprehensive exam and you get three tries.  The first two times, the student was within about 20 points (on a 1000 point scale) of passing it.  This was her last chance.  MT2 proctored the first three hours, but then had to go to her own PhD class.  I’ve been here the last two hours.  The student’s most recent attempt?  She blew a bitch out of the water, causing me to embarrass myself by giving an extremely loud “WOO” followed by a “HOO.”  I emailed everyone invested in this-and let me tell you, with our nursing faculty that was a LOT of people.  We’ve all celebrated and the poor girl hasn’t even had a chance to finish reviewing her rationales.  But I think no single faculty member will be as thrilled as MT2.

The hardest work, obviously, came from the student.  But MT2 contributed in a not insubstantial fashion.  She’s so encouraging and wise-a true student advocate, and like work-mom before her, she’s the type of person I would love to be.  I’m sitting here (like a nerd) with tears welling up with the thought that ALL MY BABIES PASSED.  Why yes, I do cry at graduations and pinning ceremonies, why do you ask?  I just happened to look up and right on the wall in front of MT2’s monitor, she has the following:

Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier.  Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.  – Mother Teresa

This is the least surprising quotation I could imagine MT2 placing on her wall, so she sees it every time she looks up from her computer.  It describes her perfectly.  I have a lot of quotations I love and they make me stop and think, but I can’t say I always follow the wisdom in them.  MT2 though?  Oh yeah.  She lives it.

Non-Extreme Office Makeover

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Apparently I have no design sense whatsoever.  I’ve been a cube dweller for the last year or so.  I’m in one of four cubicles located in this particular office, but there are only three of us in here.  There’s me, obvs, Work-Aunt (not the same kind of awesome as my Work-Mom, who I miss tons, but still pretty cool) and RB.  RB is the newest member of our tribe and she only works here two days per week.  Work-Aunt and I tried to make our gray cubicles, orange and cream and brown striped carpet – no really, it’s nasty carpet – and industrial off-white walls homey.  But it’s hard to do.  First because it does have that monochromatic-no-personality office feel to it, and second, because … orange, cream, and brown striped carpet.  Here.  I suffer every day, I think you should too: 

Hideous, amirite?

Any-to-the-hoo, I placed little office decorations here and there; magnets from road trips and cruises with mah bestie, an acting award received from a local theatre (the Stony award-their version of the Tonys.  That’s right.  I am a Stony Award Winning Actress, yo!), plants, photographs of my sisters and me as well as a few of my niece, M.  Work-Aunt has two large and abundantly leafy potted plants-I think they’re rootbound, though-as well as numerous photographs and mementos.  It wasn’t high-style.  Maybe more like dorm room style.

On RB’s first day, she took one look at the office and, I kid you not, literally shuddered.  Yesterday she came in and prettied it up.  There are now inspirational quotations (I did that for you, CG!) on the wall:

She added attractive beachy prints:

She brought an old table from home, covered it with a beachy looking vinyl tablecloth, moved our microwave oven and coffee maker over there and even brought a cute little hanging rack for our coffee mugs:

Okay, I do not think of these kinds of cutesy homey type things.  If there’s a functioning computer with all the necessary working components, a desk, and a chair then I’m good.  I have to admit though that the office now looks less like a storage facility with bad carpeting and more like a pleasantly homey office with bad carpeting.  Now if RB can figure out a way to get red of that ugly stripey shizz.

The Blupdate Where I Catch Ya’ll Up With Stuff

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I’m settling into my new job now.  There are actual daily duties and instead of a bunch of nothing to do all day long, I have a bunch of too much to do all day long.  They did warn me–they assured me that come late April/early May, I’d be missing the slow days.  That’s not entirely true, though.  I’d rather have an insanely busy day than one in which I’ve nothing to do all day long except for surf the internet and read bad Buffy or Glee fan-fiction.  I know it’s shocking, but after a while, internet surfage gets dull.  Plus the fan-fiction?  Only 1/10 of the stories I read are actually good, and those just get me frustrated because the writers are good enough to branch out and write their own stuff.  I don’t know why I punish myself so.  But now that I’m busy I rarely surf the internet and I don’t have time for fan-fiction at all.  So all is well.

So, without further ado, here’s my random blupdatey goodness:

  • I’ll start with the one I want to talk about the least.  M and I are over, at least for now.  I won’t get into the whys and blahdy-blahs, mostly because it has to do with his issues more than mine, and this isn’t really the forum to discuss it all.  I will say that he’s a good person, so even if you are tempted to call him names (only because you love me, I know that, Foi-that’s why I enjoy insulting the people I feel have wronged you), please don’t.  It’s not easy or fun for either one of us.  Movin’ on…
  • I’ve been reading a lot of books lately.  I’m always wanting to a big list of what I’ve read going like Chauceriangirl does or terrific reviews like Jehara, but I forget to write my thoughts down as I’m reading and I wind up not thinking of anything to say about them.  Or I return them to the library and forget to write down that I read it.  That doesn’t make a book bad, by the way–forgetting that I’ve read it–it just means I’m a flake and there’s only so much room in my head for stuff before it gets squeezed out by some other random thing.  I once asked a librarian at my library if I could get a list of all the books I checked out and she looked horrified.  “We don’t do that, ma’am.  Once the book has been returned, we are not able to retrieve those types of records.”  In retrospect I get that-it’s a privacy issue and I’m sure Big Brother would be all over that like bees on honey.  I was sort of embarrassed I even asked, especially after the look of shock on her face.  My mind just doesn’t think that way.  Anyway, back to the books.  I just returned a bunch, amongst them some books by Jim Butcher (Dresden Files, which are compusively readable, but have such an extremely involved mythology that if you don’t read them in quick succession, you wind up losing information and doing the ‘huh?’ face), some books by Sherrilyn Kenyon (Dark-Hunter novels and complete brain-candy, but even more compulsively readable than Jim Butcher), a delightful and extraordinarily whimsical fairy-tale by Charles DeLint, and…some other stuff.  I have a new batch at home and I now pledge to write them down when I get home so I can talk about each one.  One I will NOT be talking about is “Shakespeare’s Landlord” by Charlaine Harris.  I picked it up because I like Charlaine Harris’ Southern Vampire series.  But the lead character in this series, Lily Bard, is more along the lines of Kay Scarpetta than Sookie Stackhouse.  I don’t dislike those types of intense character-driven mysteries, but I really have to be in the mood for them and I’m just not, these days.  I got about a third of the way through before I decided I didn’t want to finish it.  I didn’t even cheat by looking at the end.  I just don’t care who did it and I already know Lily was cleared of suspicion, because this is a series, which means our battle-scarred heroine got the bad guy and justice prevailed just in time for book 2.  I have higher hopes for the Aurora Teagarden character by Harris, which I just started last night.
  • The movie “How to Train Your Dragon” is easily the best thing out in theatres right now, and possibly one of the best animated movies I’ve ever seen.  That’s just my opinion, of course.  And as the crude expression goes, opinions are like…well, you fill in the blanks.  I’m sure you’ve heard it before.

This is really all, I think for now.  I’m just not feeling very talkative right now.  But hope all is well with all of you!  I’ll be droppin’ in on my blog buddies, so even if I didn’t comment, trust me–I read.  🙂

First Day…

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Okay, so it’s only 10:00 a.m. and probably too early to tell what it’s going to be like.  Kind of like writing an autobiography when you’re still a teenager.  What’s the point?  But this is all completely different from my old job and therefore feels a little bit strange.  For starters, I miss my work-mom like crazy.  Besides my sister, Work-mom is the probably the only person I know who will accept me no matter what.  Maybe it has to do with life experience?  Maybe it has to do with the fact the she’s abnormally mellow?  I don’t know.  But I never have felt judged by her even when she straight up tells me I’m wrong about something.  There aren’t many people in the world like her, so you have to cherish that kind of person when you find them.  So I miss her a lot.  I also miss my other friends and coworkers there and they know who they are.  There are a couple there that I won’t miss and they probably know who they are, too.  I know I will probably meet very nice people here also (luckily there are nice people just about everywhere), but it’s not the same. 

It’s very quiet here, which is also different.  SSW classrooms and offices were kind of all together like a big mixed salad.  Here, the classrooms are separate from the offices–not just different ends of the hallways, but separate floors altogether.  I share an office with a young woman who seems nice, but is feeling very sick and therefore, not very talkative.  I’m sure I’ll get to know her better later.  But it kind of adds the general silence of the building.  I can’t think of any job I’ve ever had that was this quiet.  It’s a little disconcerting.  I don’t think I like it very much.

The two people who are to train me still haven’t come into work.  They allow you to flex hours here and a lot of staff start at times other than your traditional 8:00 a.m.  So I haven’t done much this morning.  Have gone online to review some of the coursework.  I changed my office telephone number and mailing address on the central computer.  I clicked on facebook for a few minutes.  I’ve emailed my three favorites at Social Work to whine a little bit.  Other than that?  Not much.  I’m sure once they’re here to train, I’ll be really busy, but I feel sort of out-of-sorts right now.  I don’t like having nothing to do.  It’s boring. 

On a not-related-to-work note, I found a new book series that is nothing but pure cheese–the junk food of books.  It’s the Dream Chaser series by Sherrilyn Kenyon, which apparently  kind of pours into a ton of other series she’s written.  In her world, the gods of Olympus do, in fact, exist and interfere in the lives of mortals.  It’s very goofy, lots of god-magic, steamy dream scenes involving a river of chocolate and hot sex.  They’re the kinds of books I would read  over and over and then deny later that I’d ever even picked up at the library, much less devoured in one sitting.  I think she’s a new guilty addiction, along the lines of Charlaine Harris and her Sookie Stackhouse novels.  Perfect for dreary days that desperately need some kind of pick-me-up.  I reserved about four other of her books from the library, along with a “money makeover” book I read about online. 

Okay, I think I’m going to go explore the building some more or something.  It’s so quiet in here….