Ah, Facebook, MySpace's little brother that ended up more successful and better looking. Since joining Facebook as a senior in college, it seems to have become a staple in my life, to the point where I try to check it at work, at home, and when I am on vacay at the shore. Almost obsessively.
Well, no more is this so. With the advent of "applications," I've really just become more annoyed than anything else. No, I don't want to be a Zombie, have a garden patch, or travel the Oregon Trail with you- especially if I haven't talked to you in >4 years. And no, I don't feel the need to a have a bumper sticker wall (although I admit, they are utterly entertaining), or a Super Wall where you can leave graffiti messages for me (I live in Philly, you can do that on my building).
Does anyone else remember a summer ago, before the change to the "News Feed"? Do you remember that when you logged on to Facebook, you just ended up on your home page? In a way, by adding the News Feed, it took away the fun that could go with facebook: seeing who could dig up the newest text-worthy gossip first.
So, I guess my hot-and-heavy relationship, that I gave up for 40 days back during Lent, has really cooled off. Don't get me wrong, I still check facebook every day- just not obsessively so.
And don't worry, if I find out something good, I'll be sure to still text you immediately.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Happenings
Recent happenings:
1. Had an embarrassing and total meltdown in work because I didn't get the day off that I wanted. Total mess: crying uncontrollably, eyes all puffy. Awesome. Good work julester.
2. I woke up a day ago, only to find three pairs of underwear and two bras in my cat's litter box. I don't remember putting them there, and I'm not sure what Sligo is trying to tell me by doing it.
3. Speaking of Sligo, I am still torn between whether or not to declaw him. Is it really that bad for the cat?
4. I went to a 13 hr. funeral celebration. I say celebration, because I have no other explanation for eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with my boyfriend's extended family other than that. All I know is that they're upset that I'm not Irish. My, my- how the tables have turned.
5. My old purple bike got a flat tire, and I left it outside. It got stolen...
6. I bought a new bike! It's a hybrid, and although it's new, it was slightly discounted because it was slightly broken: I can't shift into 6th gear ever. You know what I say? 5th or 7th gear are really enough for me, thanks. 6th gear is overrated anyway.
7. I ran out of kitty litter, and I really should address this issue, but I'm hoping that it will sort itself out. (There were lots of double constants in that sentence, no?)
8. My hair has finally grown long enough again for me to put it in a ponytail. Yay!
That's all for now. Check ya later.
1. Had an embarrassing and total meltdown in work because I didn't get the day off that I wanted. Total mess: crying uncontrollably, eyes all puffy. Awesome. Good work julester.
2. I woke up a day ago, only to find three pairs of underwear and two bras in my cat's litter box. I don't remember putting them there, and I'm not sure what Sligo is trying to tell me by doing it.
3. Speaking of Sligo, I am still torn between whether or not to declaw him. Is it really that bad for the cat?
4. I went to a 13 hr. funeral celebration. I say celebration, because I have no other explanation for eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with my boyfriend's extended family other than that. All I know is that they're upset that I'm not Irish. My, my- how the tables have turned.
5. My old purple bike got a flat tire, and I left it outside. It got stolen...
6. I bought a new bike! It's a hybrid, and although it's new, it was slightly discounted because it was slightly broken: I can't shift into 6th gear ever. You know what I say? 5th or 7th gear are really enough for me, thanks. 6th gear is overrated anyway.
7. I ran out of kitty litter, and I really should address this issue, but I'm hoping that it will sort itself out. (There were lots of double constants in that sentence, no?)
8. My hair has finally grown long enough again for me to put it in a ponytail. Yay!
That's all for now. Check ya later.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Swipe? My Ass!
The wonderful people who run HUP have decided on a novel new way to make nurses feel like professionals; they have now decided to make us swipe in and out on a time clock like the lowly shift workers that we are.
Now, I wouldn't be that upset about this, but there have been a few changes that have slowly been driving me crazy. First, they decided that we can no longer wear our own scrubs, we have to wear a solid blue uniform. Fine. Next, we can no longer wear sweaters (when it is absolutely freezing!) that are made out of fleece. Fine. Then, they up the price of our benefits, and we don't get any raises. The time clock then? Just the icing on the cake.
In a way, I agree with the time clock. It makes all of my co-workers stay the time that they are supposed to, and no one can sneak out early... thank goodness. But, in a way, I feel like it took away a part of my professional status. What did I go to school for? To wear a uniform and swipe in and out at a time clock? Clearly, that is the case. They cannot keep telling us that we are professionals, urging us to go to conferences/back to school/etc., and then infer that we can not be trusted to come and go as we please.
I heard today from one of my friends that other hospitals are beginning to give nurses salaries. Well, that doesn't really make much sense to me, and I would much rather go hourly. There is my conflict: I want to a stay an hourly employee, but I want the professional status of a salaried position. Can't I have my cake and eat it too?
I'll say one thing: I best be getting my two 15 minute breaks and 30 minute lunch if I'm not going to be paid for it. And I'll best be using up all my vacation time now... in a timely manner.
Now, I wouldn't be that upset about this, but there have been a few changes that have slowly been driving me crazy. First, they decided that we can no longer wear our own scrubs, we have to wear a solid blue uniform. Fine. Next, we can no longer wear sweaters (when it is absolutely freezing!) that are made out of fleece. Fine. Then, they up the price of our benefits, and we don't get any raises. The time clock then? Just the icing on the cake.
In a way, I agree with the time clock. It makes all of my co-workers stay the time that they are supposed to, and no one can sneak out early... thank goodness. But, in a way, I feel like it took away a part of my professional status. What did I go to school for? To wear a uniform and swipe in and out at a time clock? Clearly, that is the case. They cannot keep telling us that we are professionals, urging us to go to conferences/back to school/etc., and then infer that we can not be trusted to come and go as we please.
I heard today from one of my friends that other hospitals are beginning to give nurses salaries. Well, that doesn't really make much sense to me, and I would much rather go hourly. There is my conflict: I want to a stay an hourly employee, but I want the professional status of a salaried position. Can't I have my cake and eat it too?
I'll say one thing: I best be getting my two 15 minute breaks and 30 minute lunch if I'm not going to be paid for it. And I'll best be using up all my vacation time now... in a timely manner.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
The Cat without a Meow
So, after weeks and weeks of looking, I came home today with my prize: my cat Sligo.
He's gorgeous! He is a 1-2 year old black and white tuxedo cat (he came from a shelter originally, so some details are a little fuzzy). It was so strange; as soon as I met him, I felt an instant connection with him. So in a way, I guess it's love at first sight.
After going to a christening and graduation party, I went out and bought cat stuff... I got the works: scratching post, litter box, etc. So what does he end up liking? String. And biting my toes, apparently. Strangest thing though? The cat has not meowed once. Ever!
Anyway, there is going to be a total learning curve here, or at least there better be. For lack of a better term, I am a total scaredy cat. The cat moves, and I'm jumping. And even though I am going to love him to death, I am pretty frightened by him making jumps for my head and the biting of my toes. I really like my toes, and honestly? I prefer to keep them. I also prefer that my nice leather couches not be completely torn up, but we'll see. Sligo and I have a few things to work out.
Marty and this cat are totally awesome together, may I add. Marty has a way with animals; who knew? Well, he can handle me, so I guess that has to say something, haha. But on the Marty note, this cat will totally distract me from the lack of Marty recently; ever since he started going back to school, we can barely see each other. Which is fine, but I got spoiled by seeing him every sunday. Now, I can totally replace Marty with a cat. Or at least in some ways (the cat'll probably smell much better).
Anyway, I'll let you know how my jumpiness goes, whether or not my cat has the HIV, and the Marty situation goes. Later.
He's gorgeous! He is a 1-2 year old black and white tuxedo cat (he came from a shelter originally, so some details are a little fuzzy). It was so strange; as soon as I met him, I felt an instant connection with him. So in a way, I guess it's love at first sight.
After going to a christening and graduation party, I went out and bought cat stuff... I got the works: scratching post, litter box, etc. So what does he end up liking? String. And biting my toes, apparently. Strangest thing though? The cat has not meowed once. Ever!
Anyway, there is going to be a total learning curve here, or at least there better be. For lack of a better term, I am a total scaredy cat. The cat moves, and I'm jumping. And even though I am going to love him to death, I am pretty frightened by him making jumps for my head and the biting of my toes. I really like my toes, and honestly? I prefer to keep them. I also prefer that my nice leather couches not be completely torn up, but we'll see. Sligo and I have a few things to work out.
Marty and this cat are totally awesome together, may I add. Marty has a way with animals; who knew? Well, he can handle me, so I guess that has to say something, haha. But on the Marty note, this cat will totally distract me from the lack of Marty recently; ever since he started going back to school, we can barely see each other. Which is fine, but I got spoiled by seeing him every sunday. Now, I can totally replace Marty with a cat. Or at least in some ways (the cat'll probably smell much better).
Anyway, I'll let you know how my jumpiness goes, whether or not my cat has the HIV, and the Marty situation goes. Later.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Weddings, etc.
Okay, so, it seems as though ever since I turned 25, there has been one consistency in my life: weddings. Why does it seem like everyone and their mom is getting married? Oh wait, that's probably because evvvveryone is getting married!
At work, the chatter is all in the air: look at my ring! did you get order the flowers yet? where is your reception going to be at?... now, okay, this is fine for work-talk. It is generic and polite by taking an interest in a co-worker's life event.
However, it seems that this wedding-bug is even getting into my friends. I recently went to a wedding shower (for ha, a wedding), and everyone was talking about when they were going to get engaged (18 months in advance, because any sooner than then would be too long of a time period, and probably sooner than later because spring/summer 2010 is already being booked up quickly). What happened to the,"Hey, how's the career?" or the,"How is your sister/brother?" No, now it straight to wedding talk.
And another thing. It all feels like some silly kind of competition. "Did you see her dress? Def less than $5,000." "Those appetizers? Didn't cost over an extra $3,000." "She registered at Tiffany's!" Since when did a wedding stop being about a marriage and a commitment to someone you love, and start being about price tags?
Maybe I'm just bitter because everyone around me is getting married, and I'm not even close (and he doesn't have the Internet, and doesn't know about this blog, so it doesn't matter what I write). Or maybe it's the fact that I still feel like I am too young to get married, and want to accomplish more before I have a ring on my finger. Or maybe it's because I'm realistic and realize that so many people are forgetting that there is a MARRIAGE and LIFE-LONG relationship that should have attention paid to, rather than to how much a ring costs, what reception hall you booked, or the colors of bridesmaid dresses.
For my future MOH (Man of Honor) out there, know this: keep it simple. Don't spend a lot of money. I want the focus on my future marriage, not on my 6 hour party and 500-plus picture albums. I want the focus to be on emotions, not on cake decorations. I want the focus on love, family, and my favorite people, my friends.
At work, the chatter is all in the air: look at my ring! did you get order the flowers yet? where is your reception going to be at?... now, okay, this is fine for work-talk. It is generic and polite by taking an interest in a co-worker's life event.
However, it seems that this wedding-bug is even getting into my friends. I recently went to a wedding shower (for ha, a wedding), and everyone was talking about when they were going to get engaged (18 months in advance, because any sooner than then would be too long of a time period, and probably sooner than later because spring/summer 2010 is already being booked up quickly). What happened to the,"Hey, how's the career?" or the,"How is your sister/brother?" No, now it straight to wedding talk.
And another thing. It all feels like some silly kind of competition. "Did you see her dress? Def less than $5,000." "Those appetizers? Didn't cost over an extra $3,000." "She registered at Tiffany's!" Since when did a wedding stop being about a marriage and a commitment to someone you love, and start being about price tags?
Maybe I'm just bitter because everyone around me is getting married, and I'm not even close (and he doesn't have the Internet, and doesn't know about this blog, so it doesn't matter what I write). Or maybe it's the fact that I still feel like I am too young to get married, and want to accomplish more before I have a ring on my finger. Or maybe it's because I'm realistic and realize that so many people are forgetting that there is a MARRIAGE and LIFE-LONG relationship that should have attention paid to, rather than to how much a ring costs, what reception hall you booked, or the colors of bridesmaid dresses.
For my future MOH (Man of Honor) out there, know this: keep it simple. Don't spend a lot of money. I want the focus on my future marriage, not on my 6 hour party and 500-plus picture albums. I want the focus to be on emotions, not on cake decorations. I want the focus on love, family, and my favorite people, my friends.
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