WOW – I was looking at some Insulin pump info and going through the laborious and nearly dambing process of insurance filings when I was linked back to this blog site. It is amazing the number of people who write about the big D. Not much in my ramblings about my own struggles, but I think it will be here eventually. It has its moments!
And once again proof that I have too much crap in my head to have a blog.
Skip when you will, I know I do!
***Note to Self***
Need to get to the gym
Need to get to church
Not feeling centered and these things help.
WORK:
I don’t know how we are going to afford it but I need to get a new MP3 player. I had to break out my little iPod Shuffle. As I don’t have the stuff to upload songs, I am stuck listening to my workout music. Lack of music makes work just a bit more taxing, but enough to really wear me down.
It’s the end of the month and we have to close out the billing for our group. This is always a process that seems to flow downhill – just like the stinking nasty dung that it is. I am still working on a crap project. The outcome of which is so obvious that it was dumped before I was 10% done, but I can’t stop working on it. How much sense does that make? ANSWER: less than zero!
It’s a war, a war of attrition.
I keep fighting, but it never seems like I make progress. Sure there are times when I am ahead, but there are plenty of times when I am very behind. Now is one of those times when I am feeling behind. I have been here for an hour and a half and still have not gotten anything accomplished. Between the emails and the coworker questions, I have not done any of my division work.
I need to get through this despicable PEAKS6 project. I ran out of tolerance yesterday after almost 6 hours of work. Today, I can’t even get started.
2 MSDSs in less than 20 minutes and it is allotted 60 minutes. I can’t ever say that these document updates are not just old hat. Too much of an easy thing might not be good either.
So I just had to go back into an assessment I wrote just after I started. It is horrid. It is hideous and bad and wrong and grossly misleading. Of course it was peer reviewed by my boss and approved by the “most knowledgeable approver” which in itself says so very much. There are lots of things that are just plain bad. Goes to show how much I have learned since starting here. I have unearthed vast amounts of research, all of which is now part of our standard training. I think I have made huge contributions to the group, and I sure think that my myriad of knowledge is a vital asset. There isn’t anybody else in the group that has my technical skill and my ability to comprehend the greater picture. Not to say that some of my coworkers can’t do it, but they are in positions that do not allow them to do so. Jim and Tom are brilliant, but are locked into environments where they can’t conceive of the big picture. They do not have to work with the external clients. They are never subjected to the deadlines or time constraints of my position. Tom is endeavoring to write a risk assessment, his first, but it is so screwed up. He devoted 7 hours to the labor, and it is going to need 11 to fix it. The boss was right when he said it would take less time to start over.
Thank-you God that I was not saddled with that task.
With all that I bring to the table, it does not seem like it is a valued commodity. My offers of continued service for the foreseeable future have been cold (well cool). All I would need is the ability to access the systems from remote locations (like school and home), but it has been refused. It’s not a technical issue as we have several consultants who have this access. Hence it’s unwillingness to grant access. I am told that I would need to have a 3M computer, as that is the only way to have the license be valid. OK then give me a laptop and we are all good. NO – can’t (truth = won’t) do that, so much for value of my abilities.
One thing is true; there will be less resistance to the crazy impulses and poorly thought-out decisions.
HOME:
I got up this morning and tried to get some DVDs in order to mail back. In the process I was going through them and came upon a bunch of DVDs. They were blank and resembled the blanks that I have downstairs. So a quick (and quiet) look yielded that they were in fact mine. So now I am wondering why they were going through my DVDs? I can only imagine…
MUST ROAST MORE COFFEE TONIGHT!!!!!
PSYCHOLOGY:
So I received an email from a friend I met in school. We were both on the same level within the program, which is to say we were much more successful, and have been somewhat critical of the program. The method and means by which they function were flawlessly lacking. Examples were: grade reports that were weeks late, insufferable administrative activities (clueless more often than not), academic problems – instructor who was woefully lacking, whimsically flexible academic standards, and the list goes on.
I frequently made large efforts to accommodate the requirements of the assignments (took time off from work, drove assignments to where they needed to be, library research for multiple sources, page requirements, etc.). These efforts are what I consider to be “A” type efforts. I got my assignments in on time. I sought out additional required references. I utilized the required forums and communication channels. I received almost perfect marks, but the problem is that so did many of the others in my cohort. “A” work is not what it is cracked up to be.
And once again proof that I have too much crap in my head to have a blog.
Skip when you will, I know I do!
***Note to Self***
Need to get to the gym
Need to get to church
Not feeling centered and these things help.
WORK:
I don’t know how we are going to afford it but I need to get a new MP3 player. I had to break out my little iPod Shuffle. As I don’t have the stuff to upload songs, I am stuck listening to my workout music. Lack of music makes work just a bit more taxing, but enough to really wear me down.
It’s the end of the month and we have to close out the billing for our group. This is always a process that seems to flow downhill – just like the stinking nasty dung that it is. I am still working on a crap project. The outcome of which is so obvious that it was dumped before I was 10% done, but I can’t stop working on it. How much sense does that make? ANSWER: less than zero!
It’s a war, a war of attrition.
I keep fighting, but it never seems like I make progress. Sure there are times when I am ahead, but there are plenty of times when I am very behind. Now is one of those times when I am feeling behind. I have been here for an hour and a half and still have not gotten anything accomplished. Between the emails and the coworker questions, I have not done any of my division work.
I need to get through this despicable PEAKS6 project. I ran out of tolerance yesterday after almost 6 hours of work. Today, I can’t even get started.
2 MSDSs in less than 20 minutes and it is allotted 60 minutes. I can’t ever say that these document updates are not just old hat. Too much of an easy thing might not be good either.
So I just had to go back into an assessment I wrote just after I started. It is horrid. It is hideous and bad and wrong and grossly misleading. Of course it was peer reviewed by my boss and approved by the “most knowledgeable approver” which in itself says so very much. There are lots of things that are just plain bad. Goes to show how much I have learned since starting here. I have unearthed vast amounts of research, all of which is now part of our standard training. I think I have made huge contributions to the group, and I sure think that my myriad of knowledge is a vital asset. There isn’t anybody else in the group that has my technical skill and my ability to comprehend the greater picture. Not to say that some of my coworkers can’t do it, but they are in positions that do not allow them to do so. Jim and Tom are brilliant, but are locked into environments where they can’t conceive of the big picture. They do not have to work with the external clients. They are never subjected to the deadlines or time constraints of my position. Tom is endeavoring to write a risk assessment, his first, but it is so screwed up. He devoted 7 hours to the labor, and it is going to need 11 to fix it. The boss was right when he said it would take less time to start over.
Thank-you God that I was not saddled with that task.
With all that I bring to the table, it does not seem like it is a valued commodity. My offers of continued service for the foreseeable future have been cold (well cool). All I would need is the ability to access the systems from remote locations (like school and home), but it has been refused. It’s not a technical issue as we have several consultants who have this access. Hence it’s unwillingness to grant access. I am told that I would need to have a 3M computer, as that is the only way to have the license be valid. OK then give me a laptop and we are all good. NO – can’t (truth = won’t) do that, so much for value of my abilities.
One thing is true; there will be less resistance to the crazy impulses and poorly thought-out decisions.
HOME:
I got up this morning and tried to get some DVDs in order to mail back. In the process I was going through them and came upon a bunch of DVDs. They were blank and resembled the blanks that I have downstairs. So a quick (and quiet) look yielded that they were in fact mine. So now I am wondering why they were going through my DVDs? I can only imagine…
MUST ROAST MORE COFFEE TONIGHT!!!!!
PSYCHOLOGY:
So I received an email from a friend I met in school. We were both on the same level within the program, which is to say we were much more successful, and have been somewhat critical of the program. The method and means by which they function were flawlessly lacking. Examples were: grade reports that were weeks late, insufferable administrative activities (clueless more often than not), academic problems – instructor who was woefully lacking, whimsically flexible academic standards, and the list goes on.
I frequently made large efforts to accommodate the requirements of the assignments (took time off from work, drove assignments to where they needed to be, library research for multiple sources, page requirements, etc.). These efforts are what I consider to be “A” type efforts. I got my assignments in on time. I sought out additional required references. I utilized the required forums and communication channels. I received almost perfect marks, but the problem is that so did many of the others in my cohort. “A” work is not what it is cracked up to be.
Perhaps that makes me the fool.
I could have slopped assignments together. I could have asked for more time. I could have half-a$$ed the courses. Of course I could not do any of these things. I figured out a long time ago that it didn’t serve me well to do so, but in my efforts to get into graduate school I was competing against these same academic oafs.
The silver lining is that none of the cohort members gained acceptance into schools that I did not (Not talking about you Rob – Their decision was a steaming pile of monkey crap), and I got into a school that none of my cohort was accepted too (again with the monkey crap). I doubt that my academic success had anything to do with my acceptance. If it had, then all those “A” students should have been offered a spot.
An undergraduate degree in psychology is not worth the paper it is printed on.
FOSTER CARE:
I just received a call from my lovely and wonderful wife who tried to tell me about an important meeting she just got out of, but the kids were trying to cram 20 pounds of sh!t into a 10 pound bag. They were told that the van holds 7 people (six and the driver) and that was all that she was going to transport, but when she stopped to pick up kids a gang assaulted the van. It’s simple, if you don’t have a seatbelt it is not safe, it is illegal, it is foolish for you to ride. It ain’t gonna happen.
The arguments for an overflowing van were next to come…”its just to blah, blah, blah”
That is when she had to hang-up and deal with the problem.
I swear that they wait for her to be on the phone to try and sneak something past.
HUMOR:
Sign over a Gynecologist's Office:
"Dr. Jones, at your cervix."
**************************
In a Podiatrist's office:
"Time wounds all heels."
**************************
On a Septic Tank Truck in Oregon:
Yesterday's Meals on Wheels
**************************
On another Septic Tank Truck:
"We're #1 in the #2 business"
**************************
At a Proctologist's door:
"To expedite your visit please back in."
**************************
On a Plumber's truck:
"We repair what your husband fixed."
**************************
On another Plumber's truck:
"Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber."
**************************
On a Church's Billboard:
"7 days without God makes one weak."
**************************
On a Plastic Surgeon's Office door:
"Hello. Can we pick your nose?"
**************************
At a Towing company:
"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows."
**************************
On an Electrician's truck:
"Let us remove your shorts."
**************************
In a Non-Smoking Area:
"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."
**************************
On a Maternity Room door:
"Push. Push. Push."
**************************
At an Optometrist's Office:
"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."
***********! ***************
On a Taxidermist's window:
"We really know our stuff."
**************************
On a Fence:
"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!"
**************************
At a Car Dealership:
"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."
**************************
Outside a Muffler Shop:
"No appointment necessary, we hear you coming."
**************************
In a Veterinarian's waiting room:
"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"
**************************
At the Electric Company:
"We would be delighted if you sent in your payment.
However, if you don't, you will be."
**************************
In a Restaurant window:
"Don't stand there and be hungry. Come on in and get fed up."
**************************
In the front yard of a Funeral Home:
"Drive carefully. We'll wait."
**************************
At a Propane Filling Station:
"Thank heaven for little grills."
**************************
And don't forget the sign at a Chicago Radiator Shop:
" Best place in town to take a leak
The silver lining is that none of the cohort members gained acceptance into schools that I did not (Not talking about you Rob – Their decision was a steaming pile of monkey crap), and I got into a school that none of my cohort was accepted too (again with the monkey crap). I doubt that my academic success had anything to do with my acceptance. If it had, then all those “A” students should have been offered a spot.
An undergraduate degree in psychology is not worth the paper it is printed on.
FOSTER CARE:
I just received a call from my lovely and wonderful wife who tried to tell me about an important meeting she just got out of, but the kids were trying to cram 20 pounds of sh!t into a 10 pound bag. They were told that the van holds 7 people (six and the driver) and that was all that she was going to transport, but when she stopped to pick up kids a gang assaulted the van. It’s simple, if you don’t have a seatbelt it is not safe, it is illegal, it is foolish for you to ride. It ain’t gonna happen.
The arguments for an overflowing van were next to come…”its just to blah, blah, blah”
That is when she had to hang-up and deal with the problem.
I swear that they wait for her to be on the phone to try and sneak something past.
HUMOR:
Sign over a Gynecologist's Office:
"Dr. Jones, at your cervix."
**************************
In a Podiatrist's office:
"Time wounds all heels."
**************************
On a Septic Tank Truck in Oregon:
Yesterday's Meals on Wheels
**************************
On another Septic Tank Truck:
"We're #1 in the #2 business"
**************************
At a Proctologist's door:
"To expedite your visit please back in."
**************************
On a Plumber's truck:
"We repair what your husband fixed."
**************************
On another Plumber's truck:
"Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber."
**************************
On a Church's Billboard:
"7 days without God makes one weak."
**************************
On a Plastic Surgeon's Office door:
"Hello. Can we pick your nose?"
**************************
At a Towing company:
"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows."
**************************
On an Electrician's truck:
"Let us remove your shorts."
**************************
In a Non-Smoking Area:
"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."
**************************
On a Maternity Room door:
"Push. Push. Push."
**************************
At an Optometrist's Office:
"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."
***********! ***************
On a Taxidermist's window:
"We really know our stuff."
**************************
On a Fence:
"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!"
**************************
At a Car Dealership:
"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."
**************************
Outside a Muffler Shop:
"No appointment necessary, we hear you coming."
**************************
In a Veterinarian's waiting room:
"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"
**************************
At the Electric Company:
"We would be delighted if you sent in your payment.
However, if you don't, you will be."
**************************
In a Restaurant window:
"Don't stand there and be hungry. Come on in and get fed up."
**************************
In the front yard of a Funeral Home:
"Drive carefully. We'll wait."
**************************
At a Propane Filling Station:
"Thank heaven for little grills."
**************************
And don't forget the sign at a Chicago Radiator Shop:
" Best place in town to take a leak
1 comment:
I completely agree my stud, I'm sure they wait for the phone to ring and then begin an all out assault. KF was infamous in this respect. More often than not he was asking to go to the neighbors to smoke, opps I mean play guitar.
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