Lorne: My little prince. Oh…what did they do to you? Angel: Nina…tried to…eat me. Lorne: Oh, you're--medic! You're gonna make it Angel. Just don't stop fighting. Doctor! Is there a Gepetto in the house?

'Smile Time'


Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.  

[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.


JZ - May 31, 2013 11:44:30 am PDT #599 of 30002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

WS, we have a set of microfiber sheets on the bed right now, and they feel pretty identical to fancy hotel cotton sheets (at least to my coarse peasant skin). I like 'em quite a bit.

{{{Laura}}}


Zenkitty - May 31, 2013 12:52:34 pm PDT #600 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

You'll be fine. It might be a TEENSY bit less efficacious, but not by much if at all.

Thank you, Strix. Good to know.


Burrell - May 31, 2013 1:11:56 pm PDT #601 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Egad Laura, that's enough day for a week!

I hope your son grows up. I hear most of them do... eventually.


DavidS - May 31, 2013 1:40:42 pm PDT #602 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I hope your son grows up. I hear most of them do... eventually.

Mine did.


Laura - May 31, 2013 1:41:09 pm PDT #603 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

I'm a bad enough person that I comfort myself with the knowledge that one day he will be embarrassed by his youth.

They admitted my mom. I figured they wouldn't let her go. DH thinks we should go over, but I know (and my sibs agree) that it will be more upsetting if I show up to visit her when she knows I have graduation tomorrow. So I have to wait until Sunday. She complained this morning of chest pain, like an elephant on her chest level 7. She had an appointment with her doctor about her throat and he checked out her lungs and said they were clear but sent her off to her cardiologist. He said the EKG was good, etc, but had some a-fib concerns and ended up having an ambulance transport her to the ER. All her blood tests and whatever tests they did were ok, but still the irregular heat beat and pain so they admitted her and will wire her up and monitor. She is not pleased, but between being on the go all day and drugs they gave her, she is so exhausted she will likely sleep. My biggest concern (other than the obvious) is that it takes an act of congress to get a woman her age released once admitted, and we all know how functional congress is. Her husband is seeing if he can stay with her which will make me feel better.


DavidS - May 31, 2013 1:50:32 pm PDT #604 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I'm a bad enough person that I comfort myself with the knowledge that one day he will be embarrassed by his youth.

That doesn't make you a bad person! I wish he was embarrassed right now!


brenda m - May 31, 2013 1:57:00 pm PDT #605 of 30002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Mine did.

And how.

Microfiber is soft, but doesn't get that crisp and cool feeling that good cotton will.


beekaytee - May 31, 2013 2:24:00 pm PDT #606 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

What David said!

I'm sending healing ~ma for your mom, Laura and ~cluegetting ma for the boy.


WindSparrow - May 31, 2013 5:27:11 pm PDT #607 of 30002
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.

Best possible health ~ma for your mom, Laura. That's not a pie-in-the-sky wish for eternal youth, but for all reasonable healing in the moment, and wisdom for making the best-for-her decisions along the way, however long her road may be.

Microfiber is soft, but doesn't get that crisp and cool feeling that good cotton will.

I love that cool cottony feeling. It's so clean. And I think I might hate the microfiber sheets less than some, but I would not love them as much as I do cotton. Thanks.


WindSparrow - May 31, 2013 6:44:31 pm PDT #608 of 30002
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.

Ok, work rant ahead.

I work full time for one company that runs a number of different group homes in this area. But I work at three different locations (it used to be four, but my schedule got changed) on a regular two-week rotation. By which I mean that my schedule repeats itself every two weeks, not that I spend two weeks working at one location, then move on to two weeks at the next, etc. Although my schedule presents a challenge to keep straight (yes, I have found myself driving toward the wrong house on occasion, why do you ask?) it also affords me an excellent opportunity to stay fresh. Just about the time that any one person's individual quirks start to get under my skin, I'm already at a different location. I feel really well balanced and able to prevent burn-out like this.

Recently we have had some massive turnover at one of the houses. The director who worked there for years left. Several full-time direct care staff left (quit, or were fired, or asked for hours at other locations) in December. At that time, one of the people who lives there had a severe increase in violent and otherwise challenging behaviors due to a medication change. This was severe enough that the county coughed up funding for that person to have 1:1 staffing during the day. Several medications and a hospital stay later, the original medication was restored. Behavior has gradually improved and is back to what I consider as per usual. Then last month, we went through yet another massive turnover. The long and the short of it is, There is one staff member other than me who has been there for more than a year, and one more who was hired in January who is still here.

We had just started to really gel together as a team and now the team is all busted up.

Part of the reason for the turnover is due to the (non-profit) company's false economy of not hiring any more full-timers. When a full-timer leaves, they (try to) replace 'em with a couple part-timers - who cost just as much to train but do not last as long. So they are betting that the cost of training over and over again together with the cost of overtime when we are short-handed due to turnover are smaller than the cost of full-time benefits. I highly doubt it.

Part of the reason for the turnover is mismanagement. Some of the mismanagement may have been due to inexperience. But the new director is transferring to another location (no great loss, other than the stress of having to break in yet another one).

The increased need for staffing coupled with the sudden reduction in the number of staff members available led the regional director to ask me to pick up more shifts at this house provided my other houses could find someone to take my shifts there. One of the houses let me go. The other house, the director said "Oh, hell no!" (Ok, more politely, but she was quite firm.) For several weeks I worked mostly at the most challenging house, with one or two days at the house with the firm director.

They have hired some new people and are almost up to full complement.

Before everyone quit, I had put in for some time off. I'd been feeling a little run down. And in the shuffle of turnover back in December, my request to cash out some PTO had gotten lost. I have come up to the limit of PTO that I can carry over. So I'm at the use-it-or-lose-it stage with it. But when everyone quit I figured it would be a bit of a mountain-moving experience to get my PTO approved. However I worked the "You want me to take that extra shift this week? Yes, I can help you with that. By the way, have you been able to approve that time off I asked for, I know it is a challenge, so I will completely understand if you can't," angle. It worked. I ran myself ragged for a couple of weeks. I was so tired by the time I had my vacation, I could not concentrate well enough to read more than a paragraph.

Y'all, I couldn't read fic.

Or books.

It took two days of doing pretty much nothing to be able to read again.

The time off did me a world of good. But now the other shoe drops. I am back (continued...)