Not going back to work until at least the new year. Was told by Oc health today that a meeting needs to occur between my union, my manager, oc health and I before I can go back. And since the holidays are here the timinng is against me. Crappy thing is is that we're poor ATM and really needed the money of me starting back to work.
The only good part that came of this all is that I get to leave tomorrow to go home. I'm excited about it. Little tyke is OVERLY excited. She wants to go today but we have to wait until tomorrow when a vehicle is available.
Awesome about leaving tomorrow is that I'll be there for Saturday when mama is getting together with all her friends and having their christmas party - and these girls are SOOOOO much fun! Several of them are my "aunts" because I've known them since I was such a small child. I love these gals.
Hubby isn't going with me - he's only just started his new job so it's not like he has any vacation time accrued to be able to come with me. It's ok he's not coming, he'd be grumpy about celebrating the holiday anyway and who needs a grumpy goose around?!
Showing posts with label going home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label going home. Show all posts
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
What a crazy adventure I had - part 1
My last post was rather harsh on my mom - I love her but totally didn't see her point about how she needed to "care" for my dad who has a broken FOOT....
On Tuesday just before little tyke's gymnastics lesson, hubby calls me and asks me if I want to go to my parents and take little tyke with me and celebrate her birthday up there since mom and auntie would be missing little tyke's birthday (rather the whole point why they were coming down here)... so I said YES!!!!!!!!!!! Totally excited I was. It was something that had crossed my mind but wasn't about to bring up to hubby seeing that he hates when I go up there since it's not cheap and I ALWAYS end up spending more than I really should. So I was totally pumped when he brought this idea up, I wasn't about to turn it down.
So off I went packing and making sure that I brought the stuff we really needed and not over pack (as I often do!) and away little tyke and I went after gymnastics (and a late dinner with hubby). I got on the road at approx. 2130hrs.
when I was leaving the house I took the passport folder out of the middle console in the car and put it into the holder of the driver side door - that way I didn't have to lift the console (which little tyke usually puts her feet on when she falls asleep in the car) and chance waking the sleeping kiddo. And figured that I would have easier access to it.
Since I knew that I would be going into the US as it's faster to get to my hometown that way I called hubby and asked him to transfer money into the US account online and I would stop by our bank before heading out of town. Unfortunately my bank ATM didn't register the transfer right away and when I called hubby an hour later was elated to find out that the transfer did register and that when I got to the US border city that I could find a bank there and withdraw the american money. Hubby gave me directions to the closest bank in that city so at least I knew where to go as our GPS broke a couple months ago.
About 2 hrs into the drive I hit rain (and it's dark) and all of a sudden I hit something (still don't know what exactly I hit because I didn't see anything) and hear the "thump,thump,thump" - which I thought was a blown tire. I pulled to the side of the road and get out in the pouring rain to find out that the plastic holding my front end together had ripped off and it was still connected in the driver's side wheel well. I was of course FREAKING OUT thinking to myself how the HELL am I going to get this off?!
Of course I had no cell coverage unless in emergency and I didn't quite class this as an emergency. I had a thought that MAYBE I might have nursing scissors in my bag (left in the car as I had worked on Monday) and when I went in the bag found that I didn't have scissors but I did have my paring knife used to prep stuff for dinners at work. I HOPED it would work... thankfully it did. I cut away the piece of plastic from the car (trying not to puncture the tire and still make sure I cut enough of the plastic away that I could drive and the remainder wouldn't rub against the tire while driving and cause a flat tire. So I was on my way again.
Once reaching the border city I headed to the bank only to get out of the car and find that the bank didn't have an accessible ATM from the outside of the building (ya I was a little pissed at this point!). I get back in the car and headed for the border - figured that I would just grab american money in the US when I went to a Walmart or something. Once I get almost to the bridge to go across I reached for the passport folder to find out that it was MISSING from the door. Man was I shitting myself!!! I FREAKED!!!!!!!!!!! In the folder I had MY passport, hubby's passport, hubby's nexus card, daughter's birth certificate, and son's birth certificate. If you add that all up it equals approx. $400 --------------> FUCK ME NOW was all I was thinking!!!! I KNEW that if I didn't find where the hell these went hubby would have my head and rightly so!!!
I pulled over to the side of the road immediately and searched the driver's side door and beside & under my seat but didn't find it. Now I was racking my brain about where the folder could have gone. The two places I had opened the car door had been at the bank and when I stopped when I hit something.... man was I hoping that the folder was in the parking lot at the bank because if it wasn't there was NO WAY IN HELL that I was going to find it on the side of the road (the folder was black), in the dark and it was raining.... YA I WAS FUCKED!!! So off I went to the bank to HOPEFULLY find it at the bank.
When I pulled into the bank parking lot I didn't pull right into the spot but let the headlights shine so that I might see the folder.... nope it wasn't there. At this point I was almost in tears! I was desperate. I was praying that somehow I hadn't looked hard enough in the car and so I got out again, this time on my hands and knees and REALLY searched the car... someone was looking over me because THANKFULLY I found the folder.
I got back in my car and thanked GOD that I had found it - under the chair but tucked in on the side. Off I went to cross the border, which was quick and painless.
Now you would think that that would be enough that happened to me but I'm not done yet. Unfortunately it's 3am ATM and I should head to bed - we're celebrating little tyke's b-day tomorrow with hubby's family and I'm pretty sure they don't want me to head for a nap tomorrow so stay tuned for the rest of my story. It's craziness!
On Tuesday just before little tyke's gymnastics lesson, hubby calls me and asks me if I want to go to my parents and take little tyke with me and celebrate her birthday up there since mom and auntie would be missing little tyke's birthday (rather the whole point why they were coming down here)... so I said YES!!!!!!!!!!! Totally excited I was. It was something that had crossed my mind but wasn't about to bring up to hubby seeing that he hates when I go up there since it's not cheap and I ALWAYS end up spending more than I really should. So I was totally pumped when he brought this idea up, I wasn't about to turn it down.
So off I went packing and making sure that I brought the stuff we really needed and not over pack (as I often do!) and away little tyke and I went after gymnastics (and a late dinner with hubby). I got on the road at approx. 2130hrs.
when I was leaving the house I took the passport folder out of the middle console in the car and put it into the holder of the driver side door - that way I didn't have to lift the console (which little tyke usually puts her feet on when she falls asleep in the car) and chance waking the sleeping kiddo. And figured that I would have easier access to it.
Since I knew that I would be going into the US as it's faster to get to my hometown that way I called hubby and asked him to transfer money into the US account online and I would stop by our bank before heading out of town. Unfortunately my bank ATM didn't register the transfer right away and when I called hubby an hour later was elated to find out that the transfer did register and that when I got to the US border city that I could find a bank there and withdraw the american money. Hubby gave me directions to the closest bank in that city so at least I knew where to go as our GPS broke a couple months ago.
About 2 hrs into the drive I hit rain (and it's dark) and all of a sudden I hit something (still don't know what exactly I hit because I didn't see anything) and hear the "thump,thump,thump" - which I thought was a blown tire. I pulled to the side of the road and get out in the pouring rain to find out that the plastic holding my front end together had ripped off and it was still connected in the driver's side wheel well. I was of course FREAKING OUT thinking to myself how the HELL am I going to get this off?!
Of course I had no cell coverage unless in emergency and I didn't quite class this as an emergency. I had a thought that MAYBE I might have nursing scissors in my bag (left in the car as I had worked on Monday) and when I went in the bag found that I didn't have scissors but I did have my paring knife used to prep stuff for dinners at work. I HOPED it would work... thankfully it did. I cut away the piece of plastic from the car (trying not to puncture the tire and still make sure I cut enough of the plastic away that I could drive and the remainder wouldn't rub against the tire while driving and cause a flat tire. So I was on my way again.
Once reaching the border city I headed to the bank only to get out of the car and find that the bank didn't have an accessible ATM from the outside of the building (ya I was a little pissed at this point!). I get back in the car and headed for the border - figured that I would just grab american money in the US when I went to a Walmart or something. Once I get almost to the bridge to go across I reached for the passport folder to find out that it was MISSING from the door. Man was I shitting myself!!! I FREAKED!!!!!!!!!!! In the folder I had MY passport, hubby's passport, hubby's nexus card, daughter's birth certificate, and son's birth certificate. If you add that all up it equals approx. $400 --------------> FUCK ME NOW was all I was thinking!!!! I KNEW that if I didn't find where the hell these went hubby would have my head and rightly so!!!
I pulled over to the side of the road immediately and searched the driver's side door and beside & under my seat but didn't find it. Now I was racking my brain about where the folder could have gone. The two places I had opened the car door had been at the bank and when I stopped when I hit something.... man was I hoping that the folder was in the parking lot at the bank because if it wasn't there was NO WAY IN HELL that I was going to find it on the side of the road (the folder was black), in the dark and it was raining.... YA I WAS FUCKED!!! So off I went to the bank to HOPEFULLY find it at the bank.
When I pulled into the bank parking lot I didn't pull right into the spot but let the headlights shine so that I might see the folder.... nope it wasn't there. At this point I was almost in tears! I was desperate. I was praying that somehow I hadn't looked hard enough in the car and so I got out again, this time on my hands and knees and REALLY searched the car... someone was looking over me because THANKFULLY I found the folder.
I got back in my car and thanked GOD that I had found it - under the chair but tucked in on the side. Off I went to cross the border, which was quick and painless.
Now you would think that that would be enough that happened to me but I'm not done yet. Unfortunately it's 3am ATM and I should head to bed - we're celebrating little tyke's b-day tomorrow with hubby's family and I'm pretty sure they don't want me to head for a nap tomorrow so stay tuned for the rest of my story. It's craziness!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Happy new years - tho belated
To those who read, happy new years, even if it is belated.
I've been working hard and hardly working. What I mean by that is that I worked for christmas and then from Dec. 29 til Jan 8th I was off and boy was it glorious!!!
During the POT I was able to head home for some R&R, family style! And let me tell you, it was woderful! At least for the most part. I got into a massive fight with the 11yr old (hello hormones teen style!) and he decided he wanted to go back to A-hole's, so that's exactly what I did.... and we didn't see each other for the rest of the visit that I was home for. Hurt my feelings, but hey, that's what he's doing almost all the time these days, I should be used to it. Though I'm not. Totally sucks, but I have to be "adult" about it and not let it bother me long term. Not having great success at this one. Sometimes I just want to take a step back and be like "contact me when you turn 18" but I don't want to abandon him, even though he already believes that I did when I moved here. UGH!!!!
When I returned to work I was given a wonderfully relaxed assignment. It was heavenly! It was funny monday evening when we had a RT come and do an assessment for one of the unit pt's and I made the comment that neurology was the best unit, and she agreed. Her reason was different from my own (we have *unique* nurses here) when she indicated that the nurses on neuro don't complain about their floor and the difficulty of their pt's. My response to her, "ya, because we're just so used to how rediculously heavy our pt load is and it isn't going to change so why moan and groan about it". Ya, she certainly didn't disagree with me, and neither did the other two nurses that were having the converstaion with us!
Coming back here sucked though, I hate living in this house. It's insanely difficult to get any studying/reading done, the 3yr old is NEVER being taken care of by the extended family and therefore I don't see the benefits of living all under one roof anymore. I WANT TO MOVE!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately, hubby doesn't agree and so it's the bane of conversations with him.
He knows how miserable I am living here, however he's not willing to move out. He figures I should just deal. Thing is, is that when we moved here the thought was only that we would live with them for a year and that we would either move out or buy a MUCH bigger house. Neither of which has occured.
I'm done, I don't know how else to put it or what else I can say to hubby to get him on board with what I need (not want). ERG!!! Well I guess I've ranted enough, til next time - peace out!
I've been working hard and hardly working. What I mean by that is that I worked for christmas and then from Dec. 29 til Jan 8th I was off and boy was it glorious!!!
During the POT I was able to head home for some R&R, family style! And let me tell you, it was woderful! At least for the most part. I got into a massive fight with the 11yr old (hello hormones teen style!) and he decided he wanted to go back to A-hole's, so that's exactly what I did.... and we didn't see each other for the rest of the visit that I was home for. Hurt my feelings, but hey, that's what he's doing almost all the time these days, I should be used to it. Though I'm not. Totally sucks, but I have to be "adult" about it and not let it bother me long term. Not having great success at this one. Sometimes I just want to take a step back and be like "contact me when you turn 18" but I don't want to abandon him, even though he already believes that I did when I moved here. UGH!!!!
When I returned to work I was given a wonderfully relaxed assignment. It was heavenly! It was funny monday evening when we had a RT come and do an assessment for one of the unit pt's and I made the comment that neurology was the best unit, and she agreed. Her reason was different from my own (we have *unique* nurses here) when she indicated that the nurses on neuro don't complain about their floor and the difficulty of their pt's. My response to her, "ya, because we're just so used to how rediculously heavy our pt load is and it isn't going to change so why moan and groan about it". Ya, she certainly didn't disagree with me, and neither did the other two nurses that were having the converstaion with us!
Coming back here sucked though, I hate living in this house. It's insanely difficult to get any studying/reading done, the 3yr old is NEVER being taken care of by the extended family and therefore I don't see the benefits of living all under one roof anymore. I WANT TO MOVE!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately, hubby doesn't agree and so it's the bane of conversations with him.
He knows how miserable I am living here, however he's not willing to move out. He figures I should just deal. Thing is, is that when we moved here the thought was only that we would live with them for a year and that we would either move out or buy a MUCH bigger house. Neither of which has occured.
I'm done, I don't know how else to put it or what else I can say to hubby to get him on board with what I need (not want). ERG!!! Well I guess I've ranted enough, til next time - peace out!
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