Tristyn Lee Sparks, born 10/12/06 @ 10:21pm, weighing 7lbs 7.5oz and 19″ long
He’s perfecto. Blonde hair, brownish/green eyes. I wanted to take him home with me, but my sister wouldn’t let me. Now if I could only get one of my own….
He’s a good baby too, sleeps a lot, doesn’t cry too much, not really fussy about things. Don’t you want one now?
Could someone please tell me what that word means? What is it? Why are all these administrator people at my job using it? What is a “synergistic workplace?”
Is it energy? Does it mean some sort of special energy? Maybe synonomous energy?
I love these people that sit behind their desks all day and come up with surveys and powerpoints and diagrams about ‘optimal patient care,’ all the while they’re drinking their starbucks and forming committee subgroups of larger ’steering’ committees…. when they haven’t been at the bedside of a patient in ten years minimum.
Never fail, about six times a year they roll out some sort of new paperwork we’re supposed to fill out or ‘be subject to disciplinary action.’
Not only do I have to send out at least 16 thank-you cards to my patients a month, but I also have to fill out the rounding sheet (four checkmarks and initials every hour) the computerized charting (which is the only part that actually goes in the patient record)… the ‘green sheet’ for ‘medication reconcilitation’ (which is another paper I don’t know what the hell even means)….. let me think…. Oh! Lab labels, two blood bank ID labels minimum, stocking checklists, monthly education credits, glitch forms…. there’s more, and I work at a place that is better than most others.
OK, I’ve got my bitch out for the day and I feel much better now. I’m going to go get some synergy now. Peace.
Yeah, I thought I was done over here, but it turns out I just can’t stay away. I’ve been having some issues here lately, and I don’t know why I actually started caring about what people say. That’s never been me, and it isn’t me now. So, regardless of what happened in the past, I’ve decided to fuggedaboutit. I went back and was reading some of my older blogs (yeah, I’ve been doing this over a year now… crazy) and I was once just a fun-loving girl about the town, worried mainly about Keg Stands and Cowboy Hats. I need to get back to that place.
So here are a few conclusions that I have reached this morning:
1. There will always be haters. Their job is to hate. I should let them do their job. So, in the words of Katt Williams: “Feel free to hate on me! Say my hair ain’t luxurious when you know it is, bitches.”
2. Beer is a lot better at 7am. Since I’ve been working night shift, 7am has become like, 9pm to me or something. Shane and I are going on a drinking kick. He started it with margaritas, and I jumped on the bandwagon. Don’t worry…. we aren’t drinking while Becca is awake…. we don’t get drunk and beat her… well… sometimes we get drunk and beat her… but she likes it. Whatever. Point being: drink more beers.
3. I’m OBSESSED with two things. I want to go to Belize, and I want to move to Mesquite. A friend of mine from work has an uncle that owns a resort in Belize, and I was looking at pictures down there. Beautiful. I don’t dive, but I think I would want to learn if I were there. Plus there is a bar that is in an actual shipwreck, which would be a cool place to go. I’m making a lot more money since I’ve gone to the weekend program, so I think we may be able to save enough money to go one of these days. Either Shane is going to have to suck it up and fly, or I’m going with a friend…. I thought about going with my mom…. that would be a good time. Regarding Mesquite: housing prices there are SO cheap. If we buy, we have to buy there. Plus, Dallas is such a kick-ass place and I miss it something fierce.
4. I need to go shopping. Matter of fact, I’m going to go do that right now.
