That's not how the song goes. It should be moving on up. Unfortunately, that's not the situation with my boyfriend and me.
I recently asked the Martster to move in with me. Let me preface: MT is moving back home next June so that he can go to school full time for a year. At the same time, his grandmother and his sister are also moving back in with his parents. That means that there's not even a room for MT to live in except in the basement. Also, MT can't afford his car while in school, so he'll be taking the train from the NE to Center City every day.
What's that, you say? It'd make more sense for MT to live with his gf who actually lives in Center City? And it'd prevent him from living next to a washing machine? And his gf won't have to drive to the NE to see him- and hang out at his parents' house?
The funny part is, I brought this up to him again tonight, and he actually said, "You asked me to move in with you?" Oh boy...
In the end, his reasoning is that he'd feel like he's free-loading. Relationships are give and take, but I'll respect his reasoning. He's already brought up where he wants to live when we do move in together (independently and before I asked about this). That makes me think that I'm not getting played. We get along so easily and perfectly that I'm not going to let this one thing ruin our fun. I mean, I'd rather this than not be allowed to eat cheese*.
*BF's in the past have imposed this rule.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Career Questions
As it stands, I am a PACU nurse. That means that I recover patients from anesthesia after any sort of surgery (and I never knew there were so many!). It also stands that I should be graduating from Nurse Practitioner school August 2009. In fact, I only have pharm, technology, and three clinicals left!
So this is all well and good, but I still feel like I should have some ICU experience before I actually become an NP. If I never go to an ICU, I'll probably regret it for the rest of my life. The problem is that PACU offers me a sweet schedule and is not terribly stressful; the next three semesters are going to be super stressful to get through. Do I really want a tough job on top of a tough school semester? Do I really want to go back to working every third weekend, every other holiday, and night shift for half the year?
Maybe, if I want the experience. With ICU knowledge, it'd be easier to get an NP job. In fact, an NP with ICU experience will always get hired before me, with just my floor and recovery experience.
So I'm stuck. Right now, I figure I'll stay where I am, and then go to an ICU after I graduate next August. Besides, I have to stay at my hospital in order for them to pay back my last year of tuition. The only problem there is that an ICU may not hire me for just a year or two (it costs about $32,000 to train a new employee). Blimey.
At least I'm only 25. But holy crap, I'm 25 and old. Agh!
So this is all well and good, but I still feel like I should have some ICU experience before I actually become an NP. If I never go to an ICU, I'll probably regret it for the rest of my life. The problem is that PACU offers me a sweet schedule and is not terribly stressful; the next three semesters are going to be super stressful to get through. Do I really want a tough job on top of a tough school semester? Do I really want to go back to working every third weekend, every other holiday, and night shift for half the year?
Maybe, if I want the experience. With ICU knowledge, it'd be easier to get an NP job. In fact, an NP with ICU experience will always get hired before me, with just my floor and recovery experience.
So I'm stuck. Right now, I figure I'll stay where I am, and then go to an ICU after I graduate next August. Besides, I have to stay at my hospital in order for them to pay back my last year of tuition. The only problem there is that an ICU may not hire me for just a year or two (it costs about $32,000 to train a new employee). Blimey.
At least I'm only 25. But holy crap, I'm 25 and old. Agh!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Baby Bug
If you ask me, I'll admit it: I have totally been bitten by the Baby Bug! Those wacky female hormones are kicking in and sending out smoke signals, begging for a baby of my own. Of course, being 25 and unmarried, I am totally, TOTALLY not ready to have kids yet.
In order to curb my Baby Bug then, I recently watched my godson Lukey Pants (at least, that's what I call him, and will call him till he's 16 and very embarrassed by it). Luke is absolutely a wonderful baby! He's cute, he doesn't cry too much, and he's very healthy and playful. Sure, he spits up and grabs my hair, but isn't that just adorable?
I took Luke out in one of those baby carrier things, where you strap the baby on the front of you like a papoose. Can I tell you? The people of Rittenhouse Square treated me entirely differently! Suddenly, cars were waiting for me to cross the street. Women wearing Jimmy Choo's were polite to me. The people sitting outside at Parc (Steven Starr's new restaurant on the square) cooed at this baby. How wonderful for society to act like this to a baby! Maybe there is still some good in the world...
So for now, my Baby Bug is at bay thanks to the cutest nephew ever. But I better get some buns in the oven within the next decade, or there'll be some words!
Also, on a complete side note, I enjoyed the looks from pregnant women I got. Clearly, they thought I was the mother, and clearly, they thought I looked good for just having a baby. Let's hope I get that look again some day, and next time when the baby's actually mine!
ps- please, no one mention this in front of marty, i don't need him thinking i'm desperate for a fetus!
In order to curb my Baby Bug then, I recently watched my godson Lukey Pants (at least, that's what I call him, and will call him till he's 16 and very embarrassed by it). Luke is absolutely a wonderful baby! He's cute, he doesn't cry too much, and he's very healthy and playful. Sure, he spits up and grabs my hair, but isn't that just adorable?
I took Luke out in one of those baby carrier things, where you strap the baby on the front of you like a papoose. Can I tell you? The people of Rittenhouse Square treated me entirely differently! Suddenly, cars were waiting for me to cross the street. Women wearing Jimmy Choo's were polite to me. The people sitting outside at Parc (Steven Starr's new restaurant on the square) cooed at this baby. How wonderful for society to act like this to a baby! Maybe there is still some good in the world...
So for now, my Baby Bug is at bay thanks to the cutest nephew ever. But I better get some buns in the oven within the next decade, or there'll be some words!
Also, on a complete side note, I enjoyed the looks from pregnant women I got. Clearly, they thought I was the mother, and clearly, they thought I looked good for just having a baby. Let's hope I get that look again some day, and next time when the baby's actually mine!
ps- please, no one mention this in front of marty, i don't need him thinking i'm desperate for a fetus!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Mind your own... bikini's wax?
Last week, I decided to add to my list of reasons that I am a woman. So far I have covered the whole ability to have children, lots of estrogen (even hcg in po form), and although tiny, boobs. I figured it's been a while since I've added anything to my female repoitoire, and went for the big guns. No, I'm not pregnant- but in case I was, at least now I'm prepared.
I gave myself a bikini wax at home.
I'm not quite sure that anyone could ever, ever, EVER prepare for the pain and suffering that is one with the wax job. In fact, on a scale of 1-10, it was the worst pain I could ever imagine and at least a 17. The bad part? You're inflicting the pain upon yourself. The worst part? Once you start, you really can't stop- unless you want your new nickname to be patches.
For everyone that has never done a wax at home or never plans to (my advice), there are two options. The directions tell me that a heart/triangle shape is the "american" and the landing strip is the "european" style of waxing. Who knew? We settle in a different country, and suddenly I need different pubic hair.
You heat up the wax in the microwave, apply it with a stick to a 2x2 area, and then immediate rip it off in the opposite direction of how you applied the wax. In one word: ow.
Another word of advice on the subject would be to follow all the directions. Apparently, you're supposed to use some kind of soothing oil, test the heat of the wax on your wrist, not let your cat stick his nose in the wax, and not ride your bike to work the next day (and not to work with underwear on at all for the next three days).
I have to say though, despite all the pain, I do feel more like a lady (although posting this blog entry probably deems otherwise) and the skin is silky smooth (ie, like a baby's bottom). In the future, I will be willing to pay the big bucks for some lady in some sketchy salon in the northeast to torture me. Bite block and wrist restraints included.
I gave myself a bikini wax at home.
I'm not quite sure that anyone could ever, ever, EVER prepare for the pain and suffering that is one with the wax job. In fact, on a scale of 1-10, it was the worst pain I could ever imagine and at least a 17. The bad part? You're inflicting the pain upon yourself. The worst part? Once you start, you really can't stop- unless you want your new nickname to be patches.
For everyone that has never done a wax at home or never plans to (my advice), there are two options. The directions tell me that a heart/triangle shape is the "american" and the landing strip is the "european" style of waxing. Who knew? We settle in a different country, and suddenly I need different pubic hair.
You heat up the wax in the microwave, apply it with a stick to a 2x2 area, and then immediate rip it off in the opposite direction of how you applied the wax. In one word: ow.
Another word of advice on the subject would be to follow all the directions. Apparently, you're supposed to use some kind of soothing oil, test the heat of the wax on your wrist, not let your cat stick his nose in the wax, and not ride your bike to work the next day (and not to work with underwear on at all for the next three days).
I have to say though, despite all the pain, I do feel more like a lady (although posting this blog entry probably deems otherwise) and the skin is silky smooth (ie, like a baby's bottom). In the future, I will be willing to pay the big bucks for some lady in some sketchy salon in the northeast to torture me. Bite block and wrist restraints included.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Facebook: Over It
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.
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.
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.
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