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At work this past week, I worked with my favorite doctor. He’s not my favorite because of any other reason than he is probably the smartest person I have ever met. He kept mentioning all night how this job is quite trying (emergency medicine, and I’m paraphrasing)… but, he says “…at least I’m not a shipbreaker. I don’t tell myself that enough.” Finally, I asked “What are you talking about?? Shipbreaker??” and he proceeded to tell me the whole, detailed story of a documentary he watched on shipbreakers in India. I found it very interesting, and while this is the condensed version of the documentary, it’s definitely worth watching.

So, next time you think “This job sucks!” – remember, at least you’re not a shipbreaker.

[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxYPh2g5c-s]

I don’t like writing about the bad things. I really don’t. But if I’m going to blog for 30 days, well… get ready.

It’s amazing how we could have such a great day, then it all turn to crap so fast. Dennis and I left my sisters after the game, and a little beer pong (which I suck at, by the way). I hung out at his house for a bit, then decided I was going to go to the daiquiri shop by my house to see if anyone was hanging out post-game.

Of course, there was one loser in there that I try to avoid at all costs. He spotted me while I was outside on the phone, so I had a few drinks with him, then informed him I was heading to the bar up the road. Scary, going at it alone, but I was just in a mood and NOT ready to go home.

I ended up running into a dear friend there that I haven’t seen in awhile, and we had a blast dancing and cutting up. After the bar closed, we decided to head to another bar right outside of the parish that doesn’ t have to close at 2a.m., but we rode with someone else. Anyhow, this night ended up with me twisting my knee and bruising my elbow – but it was all stupid and self inflicted. It takes real talent to have jello legs, let me tell you.

Meanwhile, while this was going on in MY world (and my phone was completely dead, by the way), my sister Donna was being basically held hostage in her bedroom in her apartment. Her ex had apparently beaten her up (they split up about 2 months ago, but the circumstances required them to remain roomates). She was hit so hard in the back of the head so many times, that she blacked out and couldn’t see – she had lost all vision, and was screaming and pleading to please let her call someone, she couldnt’ see. At which point she was told in no uncertain terms “You’re not getting ME in trouble, you’re not having ME arrested”, and the shoving and pushing and punching continued. Later on, after her vision somewhat returned she managed to get her phone and she called both me and Aimee, then managed to get to one of her neighbors and got them to take her to the Emergency Room. She had a concussion. She lied, and didn’t file a police report. I wish she had, but I can kind of see her point – her ex’s family knows everyone in town, and pulls a lot of strings.

So, it looks like she will be moving back home. Even if just for a minute, while she finds another place. I’m glad she is though. I’m glad she’s smart enough to know that it’s not safe for her to be there any longer. The voicemail she left me on my phone is heart wrenching. It devastates me to hear it, and at the same time makes me want to get violent with someone. Just because, that’s my sister, and you don’t get to F with my sisters and get away with it. I don’t care who you are.

Donna will be here tonight, so she’ll be safe. I’m not looking forward to seeing the condition she is in. There’s never, ever a need to get physical. And honestly, that’s the one thing I always, always tell N – USE YOUR WORDS, not your fists. It can’t be said enough. It’s just NOT okay to put your hands on someone else.

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My visit with my sister was amazing! For a long while, we danced around the issues at hand and just caught up on what is going on in each others lives… It was so nice, and so easy to fall right back into that sisterly place of complete trust. I found myself just pouring things out to her that I hadn’t felt comfortable talking about to anyone else, and she was doing the same. We talked so much, it’s a wonder we even heard each other over our own voices. Eventually, we both dove in feet first and addressed our little spat months ago and as it turns out, it was a misunderstanding that just got out of hand. It feels so good to have put that behind us. It never ceases to amaze me at how easy it is for me to forgive my sisters. Of course, that’s probably because I am always the one trying to keep the peace… or as my middle sister put it, I’m “neutral ground”. My other, baby sister, is coming home in October, and I’m really hoping they can work on their relationship with each other… It does my soul good to be with both of them, and I miss that terribly. We always have such a good time  together, even if it’s just sitting on the porch… probably because all three of us are equally witty and sarcastic – believe me, there is never a dull moment when all three of us are together. We could take our act on the road lol (okay, not really – but it is quite a riot).

As for the rest of my  life – blah. I am so over it. I am ready for things to happen, and pissed off that I have to be patient and make those things happen. You know, that they won’t JUST HAPPEN. I realize full well that’s an unrealistic expectation, but hell, we can still dream can’t we?

My job. I do love my job, and I love the people at my job. However, I’m slowly beginning to realize that this job isn’t really the place for someone like me. Someone who wants to move out of her mother’s house, be independent, self-reliant, and have everything taken care of. No, this job is for someone who is in college, or fresh out of high school, who just needs a job. It’s been good to me, seeing as it’s my first “real job” in about 8 years, and for that I’m grateful. However, with the whole struggle of being switched from PRN to Full-time and the slap in the face that this would cost me an average of $3.00 per hour, I have already made the decision that this is not where I need to be, and I have to look elsewhere.

No sooner than I realized this, and discussed it with my dear friend S, she goes to work the very next day and discovers a brand new job posting. A job posting that very descriptively is exactly ME. Coincidence? I’m not sure. I’m thinking not. I will spend this weekend  making my resume shine so that I can apply for the job, and hopefully get it. It would do me well to do something I know I would love, get paid a salary, AND have benefits. I might actually start to feel all grown up and stuff. Oh, and it helps too that the job is Monday – Friday. Keep your fingers crossed for me on this one. This could be the one to help me make even bigger things happen in our lives.

As for school, I’ve gotten the first two courses and have taken one exam so far. I try to study at work, but this job is so demanding that it’s few and far between that I get to squeeze in a couple of chapters. I’m almost finished with the second lesson, and hopefully I can squeeze in that exam tonight at work. Although, with it being Friday night, and considering that I work in an Emergency Room, I  kind of doubt it. Maybe this weekend… I really want to get school behind me as soon as possible.

Another reason, one I haven’t mentioned, that I would really like this new job is that I just really miss N so much. His dad has really stepped up to the plate, and now keeps him on Wed, Thurs & Fri nights while I work. This, however, has left me feeling inadequate and unavailable. I don’t like it one bit. I don’t feel like this job is doing any GOOD as far as my relationship with my kid, but I am aware that I can’t just NOT work. So, I’m really hoping that this new job opening is meant for me.

P.S. – Holy F!! I just realized, I totally missed the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy. Damn this job! Damn it to hell! I guess I will watch it online this weekend, since N is with his dad.

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