volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- busy, busy, busy... CRASH! Blimey. My life's become some kind of full-on, full-up, wild 'n' crazy extravaganza, which finds your heroine largely with nary a moment in which to update her diary. I'm not saying that I don't like it like this, it's just... different, I suppose. I have to keep reminding myself that I chose to instigate all these changes because the boredom and the monotony, and the lack of creative and glamorous moments was slowly turning my brains to tarka dhal, but even so, it's all a bit alien to me. Anyway, let's regress a little and see what the past few days have done to me... I was off work Monday and Tuesday, and to the best of my knowledge, they were OK days. I know I went into town on my (lovely new, pink) bicycle, did some shopping and bought some pink paint to paint the wooden dollies' bed from IKEA that's my ungodly daughter's birthday gift. I painted the bed- and indeed large chunks of my front lawn- hot pink, and now I need to muster up the courage to paint tiny daisies all over it. Wednesday and Thursday were work days, and they were both downright bloody hideous. Wednesday was just stupidly busy and understaffed (plus ça change), and Thursday started off with the discovery that one of my (very likely psychopathic, and therefore highly manipulative) patients has taken exception to a particular adjective I used to describe his manner ("ratty" was the word I used), and has therefore threatened formal complaints and in the meantime wants to access his notes. He also told one of my colleagues that I'd told him that SHE had originally said this. It's all a big nasty, manipulative lie, of course. so I did the decent thing, and rang the colleague in question, to reassure her that I'd never said it (and indeed never WOULD, on account of it being unprofessional and generally rather a crap and shoddy way to behave). When I rang her, she launched into this long spiel about how very glad she was that I was speaking to her, because she'd wanted to talk to me about alleged personal and professional criticisms I'd made about her to other work-mates. Eh? I had to stop her midstream and explain that, actually, I was ringing about the work thing. I suddenly realised with horror that if she was already under the impression that I'd been slagging her off, then to hear that I'd been telling the patients negative things about her would pretty much tip her over. Bah- I tried to explain, and reassure her that I hadn't been talking about her, but I don't think she believed me. Bizarrely, she refused to tell me the source of her information, and she claims that her source refused (or was unable) to give her any examples of my alleged comments. It's a sad fact that this woman is very prone to extreme attention-seeking behaviour. Now, in Nurse School, we're taught that you should never, never say "attention-seeking behaviour" and that, in fact, it should be viewed as "attention-NEEDING behaviour". I kind of agree with that, in principle, but in this case, I've seen this woman act very strangely on many occasions. She's in the early stages of recovery from a serious alcohol problem, and whilst I have the utmost respect for anyone who chooses to face up to their destructive behaviour, she seems to think she's the bloody dog's bollocks right now. She seems to forget that when she was a pisshead, she was abusive, aggressive, vengeful, undignified and sometimes a total embarrassment to be out in public with. Now, though, she seems to think she's done such a big, good thing by kicking the sauce that she's absolved from all her previous misdemeanours. Anyway, she pissed me off with her holier-than-thou "I've got a secret" attitude and her whole "knowledge as power" stance. The day at work was very busy and all the patients were kicking off left, right and centre, and I was having a "Planes, Trains & Automobiles" moment because I had to get to Fatboy's school concert by 7pm, and I hadn't left work at 6.15pm, because I had my Employee Review with my boss, and it went on and ON. By the time I left work to cycle home, it was pissing down with rain, and I didn't have a coat, let alone lights on my bicycle. I decided to ride home on the pavement, and eventually got back at about 6.40, soaked through to my underwear and in a severe state of head-fried-ness. Anyway, the concert was fantastic. "Captain Noah & his Floating Zoo". Magnificent stuff. So today I'm knackered. Not so knackered that I couldn't make it to see "Spiderman", though. I pulled a baseball cap down over Fatboy's eyes, made him recite his (false) birthdate- just in case- and off we went. Liked it, liked it lots, although the web-squirting bit was a bit too spermalicious for my liking. Heheh. Tomorrow we're off on a daytrip to our new hometown-to-be, and I'm very excited. We get a nice train journey, a day at the seaside, chips for dinner and the chance to get our bearings and start learning our way around. How lucky are we? 9:43 a.m. - 14.06.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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