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Originally Posted by MerMel
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:lol: Silly fishy!Quote:
Originally Posted by MerMel
Birthday came and went. Lots of birthday wishes which was nice but nothing special other than the cookie I bought. Cake would have been nice...having friends even nicer.
I think I skipped my bday last year because I forgot it :P
My favorite little bobble head doll pretty much explains how I feel right now:
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I am mad. Livid. Beyond pissed.
Tonight at work, we had a resident who got loud; who got out of control. For forty-five minutes, the nurse and myself worked to calm this person down and get them off the unit. What did our team lead (person in charge) do? This:
"I cannot help you. You see, I have to get this paperwork done then I need to go do an intake downstairs." An intake that did not arrive until 10 minutes after the person left, by the way.
So, the nurse and I did this. We got in the way, we prevented the resident from hurting other people. From leaving the unit in an unsafe manner.
Oh, no problem though, right? We have four staff, excluding the lead and the nurse, we should be fine! WRONG.
What did they do? The two on-calls hid. They didn't want to be part of this. One hid in an office. The other, was singing her heart out in the kitchen playing Miss Suzie Homemaker as she made cakes.... CAKES rather than come out and help with the situation. When shit hits the fan in a crisis unit for persons with mental illness/challenges, YOU. COME. AND. YOU. HELP. It is your damn job. Don't like it? Work somewhere else. It's as simple as that. Do not work in a facility that is high stress unless you can handle it.
To add insult to injury, Miss Suzie sang praise for herself about her cakes after she gave them out. She was so proud (full) of herself. She was telling everyone how fun it was; how much fun she had all night and that she was tired from being on her feet.
Yeah? I'm fucking exhausted from running all over the unit, up and down two flights of stairs, making sure no one got hurt, making sure no one got hit with objects, doing everything here that you two half-wits could not do. The third person on staff did help a little, but he was also apprehensive. With a little push though he rose to the challenge, so good on him.
I cannot even calm down. This all transpired about 2 hours ago and I am still just as mad; if not more so. Suzi wont stop humming, singing her happy little tunes and expressing how tired she is and how nice the shift has been.
Part of me wants to just leave... I just want to go... I don't even get paid a wage that is proper for someone who has a Master's degree. I make less than someone working fast-food in Seattle. Fuck this place.
I cannot wait to have my Graphic Design degree so I can leave the mental health field for good.
I've been through residential before and I'd certainly be as pissed as you are in that situation. I spent about a month with the entire unit understaffed, and it was a nightmare. on calls are a pain too, they're never prepared for everything.
I don't do birthdays with family anymore. Always being reminded of how old I'm getting, why I have not found a job yet, why I should lower my expectations blah blah blah. I either take myself out for the day or go swimming for the day.Quote:
Originally Posted by Merman Chatfish
I. Cannot. Deal. With. This. Stupid. Girl. Anymore. [emoji35]. She's driving me nuts. Like I'm usually a calm, patient person. I'm not always angry at people.
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Originally Posted by Yulia
Don't be so sure about that! Having spent the bulk of my career as an art director, there's still a whole lot of wacky going on! There is less chance of wrestling a smelly client to the ground, but all that co-worker nonsense happens in Every. Single. Field. I'm sorry to say. Good luck!Quote:
Originally Posted by Little_Orca
we're not all smelly… okay yes we areQuote:
Originally Posted by PearlieMae
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Yep. The design field has their own unique set of craziness. And outright stupidity from clients/workmates. Better to focus on what you love and find a way to deal with the idiocy.Quote:
Originally Posted by PearlieMae
oh damn I would have got back at Suzie Homewrecker by sending the problem person her way and let her deal with it.
sounds like those staffers are just as mental as the patients.
I have some great memories of crazy staff lmao
Ive pronounced it mehmeh lol
I just came back from a gay party. Clubbing.
I met regular acquaintances from previous parties, talked a bit to some popular guys - one from the French version of Dancing with the Stars and one who was a former gay porn star. With the first guy, I was discussing dancing and deafness and with the second, about mermaiding because he said he appreciated the world of mermaids. I didn't expect to bond with them but I wish I was more comfortable to have a proper conversation because the loud music was getting in the way, making things hard for me. That frustrated me a lot.
Afterwards, I was dancing alone, only listening to the music and having fun but then, suddenly, I felt like going home because I didn't belong in this party.
I don't know why, I don't know what I expected from this night but since I came home, I feel completely empty, clueless and a thought occured to me : "what the fuck was I doing there?"
Right now, I'm lost. I have no clue what I am doing, where I go and what I really want.
I just know I'm unhappy living in Paris. And now, I want to cry.
don't be upsetti, have some spaghetti
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aww Arion! That just makes me sad. I wish I was there to give my merman brother a big hug!!! Sorry you had such a shitty time out but remember...it's only one night in all of the wonderful nights ahead of you! You just can't see them yet.
You have people here that love you, I know your grandparents love you from what you said of their support for your mermaiding. You're creative and handsome and when you have set goals to buy your tails, you have achieved them. There's a lot to be said for achieving those goals.
I thought Paris was wonderful but I know the frustration that comes when you start feeling restless and that life isn't moving fast enough in the direction you want it to if you have been in one place for many years. I moved around quite frequently because of it.
If you were here, you could don one of your marvelous tails and hit the waves with me and let all of that shit just wash far away...
There is NOTHING wrong with taking a pause in life and doing nothing but contemplating things for awhile. I would bet 90% of the mers here over 40 have done that many times in their life and come out better on the other side. You will too, several times in your life. Tomorrow is another day and always holds new exciting opportunities. Don't forget that.
I would have loved to have talked with you about mermaids, tails, work-outs, how you have adjusted with hearing deficit, Paris and all kinds of things! Then danced the night away!
Don't cry. Remember, We all love you here!!!! :D
Don't forget to breathe. Sometimes when I feel unsatisfied with my life I notice the tiny things in life I enjoy. Like fresh berries or puppy kisses. I know it sounds stupid and cliche, but sometimes it helps to bring you out of a funk. That's just what helps me. I have no idea what I'm doing either lol. I'm just going with the flow(pun intended)
So I've been meaning to get this off my chest for some time. For 9 years I've had a recurring person appear in my dreams. I know this person, he knows me. My husband knows who he is.
here lies the problem: I realized why he keeps appearing in my dreams. I think I still care about him. :| I told my husband and he was surprisingly really understanding about it. I just wish I could get rid of these dreams because I always wake up miserable and sad..
Oh my gourd, that's adorable! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by mermaidofthelabyrinth