This is so true. With all three kids, my nurses were INCREDIBLE.
OMG. I think I offered to marry my L&D nurse when I had Owen. Her name was even JEN. Seriously, when people ask for a job description, I hope she puts down "goddess" because she truly is one.
Well...agreed, but in saying that do you have any ideas for what I can do about it, other than accepting unhappiness and/or trying to catch lightning in a bottle in the form of a bestseller?
Lots of good advice has been given, Susan. I think you're making strides to cope with this issue (go free career counseling!). I also think that it's important not to look at it as an either/or situation. Working on your authority issues and/or the self-esteem issues that come from being a worker bee in combination with a job that may be a little less restrictive might do the trick. It's a matter of balance. You're never going to find the perfect job that offers you absolutely everything you want out of it. But you don't have to be miserable, either.
Stephanie, that sort of sucks! I'd offer to drive over to you guys but dealing with Owen in unfamiliar environments is still pretty stressful for me on my own. I hope you enjoy your visit back up here! And that the snow is gone by the time you get up North.
DH and I are contemplating a weekend trip somewhere warm, if we can get his folks to take the kids for three days. We just have to iron out the details.
Serial:
I've lost my Zappos virginity! Did I miss the part where they have such great shipping? I ordered on a Saturday and my sandals arrived on MONDAY! This is a very dangerous thing.
ION, I have discovered that I have an inordinate nostalgic fondness for Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler." (He's playing the Emerald Queen Casino, and they just showed the ad between innings.)
Heh. Might i suggest checking out the Kenny Rogers and Wyclef Jean version? It's...fun.
I was very good, and restrained myself from molesting my friend's adorable date. That is, last week, they met, and made out. While I was there. This week, the date showed up, and the friend didn't. So I flirted iwth her for several hours, and sent the friend text messages to try to make her show up....she didn't, but although I threatened to abscond with the date, I did not.
Cash, you and DH can always come to PR and stay with us for a long weekend (although you were just there so maybe of is not so appealing).
Morning my loves....I am exhausted.
Played "Rock Band" last night . I think I might have found my calling. I'm gonna give up this bourgeois lifestyle of mine and go out on the road, singing and playing my push-button guitar. And I can! 8,106 fans support me!
Earlier Sean complimented my improving art by saying that my doofy little sketch looked more like me.
Thank you, Sean. But that's just because this guy looks grumpy and annoyed. Like me.
I hate that "What do you do?" is such a prime getting-to-know-you question in our culture.
It's revolting. But I've found a fun answer, being a temp and all.
"I'm a corporate mercenary."
Which, you know...I am. But saying it that way sounds so much cooler, like I slip in under cover or darkness and take out the unruly office manager who hoards the supplies by cutting his throat with a letter opener or something.
In actuality, I punch buttons like a monkey and waste time talking to youse guys.
I've worked for a four-man consulting firm, where I was the fourth man
BTDT too (production company, not consulting firm, but still). It was great while it lasted, but one bad quarter meant they had to let someone go or lose the business entirely. Guess who would up temping for another two years?
Now I work for a tiny department within a huge lumbering dinosaur of a company, and it's probably as close to the best of both worlds as I'm going to get. I still have to deal with a lot of political bullshit of working for a company this big/old/stodgy, but within my little department, I have a fair amount of autonomy and flexibility. (Which also has a lot to do with my specific job - since I'm the only one who knows how to do most of the things I'm responsible for, I get to decide how to do them.)
I didn't care for the nurses who were present at my delivery, which is more indicative of how overcrowded that particular hospital is than the nursing profession in general. But I did want to just pull the lot of them aside and say, look, I know you have a stressful job, but I'm having a baby right now. Maybe you shouldn't be yelling at me.
My next child will not be delivered there, that's for damn sure.
