seliki: (Stormy Lighthouse)
( Jul. 12th, 2012 09:00 pm)
Well I started out in one dept at work and as usual ended up in another doing something completely different from what I was doing. This is interesting and they have a lot of work to do and it is consistent...WOO HOO!!! No lay offs from here baby I love it.

I'm going to a nurse practitioner tomorrow for the first time in about 5 years...a little daunting but I promised that I would go. I need some stuff looked at and I have to be here for the girls, I can't let this shit go because I hate doctors and the medical trade in all. Sorry if any docs or nurses or so forth out there reading I mean no offense.

I have just had a horrible experiences with the medical profession and really would like someone who didn't treat me like a moron or brush everything I say or ask to one side. The last doc I went to was rude and condescending...I don't care what my roomie said he was shit! I told him what I was asking about and he poo pooed me...really asshole that was just so uncalled for. I am now trying this again...sigh I hate it and if it weren't for the girls they could all go to hell in a hand basket and I would take my chances but I can't`.

I just want to go in and get it over with and go back to work...I know that it probably won't be that easy I have several issues that the family and *quietly to myself* I am worried about. I have a swollen right leg from the knee down, the left is not that bad and I'm pretty sure I have a hernia around my diaphragm. The muscle under your lungs for the perverts out there not down in my genitalia...gits...anyhoo and a few other things that need checked. I see needles in my future...damn it!!! I am needle phobic and I hate to pee in a cup it is always such a mess. Well we'll see what she has to say and I will update as it happens, back to my regularly scheduled life, such as it is. Robbie you so owe me big time for this...Love you and miss you.
seliki: (Stormy Lighthouse)
( Apr. 1st, 2012 03:46 pm)
Well I started a job through a temp agency about 1 1/2 months ago. I was really excited because it was imputing info into a main frame for an insurance agency and all we had to do was type. We can listen to music and no phone calls all we have to do is type...this is awesome, my blood pressure has never been so low and I loved my job. Unfortunately we did our job too well and the assignment was ended...damn it!!!!
We were told that the boss praised us up and down and will call us back when there is more work...I want my job back!!!! I was just getting to the point where I was remembering who people were and getting comfy spots to call Grandma during lunch. I was getting into a routine...and now its gone...I hope I get called back or called for something similar because it was kicking. Oh Well live and learn and move on something will come along...I hope soon I like my paycheck.
seliki: (words)
( Apr. 2nd, 2009 06:19 pm)
OK here's how it is...I don't drive, don't do it looks pretty complicated and scary as hell. Especially when you are in driving class and with the instructor and a damn logging truck is coming towards you and instead of telling you how to get away he takes the damn wheel and turns it himself.
I have people to ride with to work and for the most part I have been getting alone fine. That was until Jan when my main ride was fired and I had to rely on the kindness of friends...Yeah Scarlet I hear ya sister. I have kissed more back ends this last two months than I think I have ever seen and it hasn't been pretty or fun. All I ask for is a ride to and from work and I am more than willing to pay gas money. Well not as easy as it sounds and this is even with people I have known for years. *sigh* I am going to have to get a car weather I can afford it or not and when I do they can all kiss mine because I am tired of it.
Now that I have that rant out of the way I feel kinda better but I will be so glad when this week is over with.


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