WS, I read it as your Lead having her own case of imposter syndrome. How can she possibly lead you when you have things so well in hand?
Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
SuziQ - Apr 19, 2013 7:49:35 am PDT #29134 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
WindSparrow - Apr 19, 2013 8:08:57 am PDT #29135 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
WS, I read it as your Lead having her own case of imposter syndrome. How can she possibly lead you when you have things so well in hand?
I am at that house one or two days a week. I have been there one or two days a week for seven years. She is there forty plus hours every week. We each know different things about the people we support. It is every bit as vital that I hear her observations of how people are doing right now as it is for her to hear my observations of how people are developing/growing/remaining stable over time. I love getting new coworkers in who have new perspectives, because it helps me keep from getting stuck in "that's how ___ always has been, always will be" thinking.
And I have said that to her.
Ok, did I just make myself sound like a Mary Sue? I totally make mistakes all the time at work.
DebetEsse - Apr 19, 2013 8:59:28 am PDT #29136 of 30001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I wrote a response before I headed out, but it looks like I forgot to hit "post." Thank you all for the -ma. I took him in last week and they kept him over the weekend for kidney stuff (IV fluids). I took him home on Monday with instructions to come back in if he stopped eating for 24 hours, which was last night and this morning. So, the vet ran another panel, and he'd lost ground again. There wasn't anything to be done that would have a long-term benefit, and, as I put it and the vet confirmed, his quality of life was and would be crap, so it was time to let him go. I was there with him, which seemed like the right choice in this case.
Again, thanks for the -ma. It went, I suppose, as well as could be reasonably hoped for under the circumstances
Steph L. - Apr 19, 2013 9:01:48 am PDT #29137 of 30001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Awww, Debet. I'm sorry. It's so hard even when it's the best thing for them.
Ginger - Apr 19, 2013 9:05:33 am PDT #29138 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm so sorry, Debet.
Sue - Apr 19, 2013 9:06:27 am PDT #29139 of 30001
hip deep in pie
I'm so sorry, Debet.
erikaj - Apr 19, 2013 9:07:33 am PDT #29140 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!
Aw, hard to lose your kitteh.
Strix - Apr 19, 2013 9:08:24 am PDT #29141 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I'm sorry, Debet.
Laura - Apr 19, 2013 9:08:43 am PDT #29142 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
I'm sorry for your loss, Debet. Sucks when you have to be the responsible parent.
lisah - Apr 19, 2013 9:13:18 am PDT #29143 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
So sorry for your loss, Debet.