I really do have a point, here...

Sometime this past spring, it occurred to me it would be a good idea to take summer semester classes. We won't get into the folly of that thought, or the fact that I clearly need more people, as we have covered that ground already....

Skip to the point where I say that my computer science class has been the bane of my existence. Yes. The bane of my existence... for reals. It isn't hard, just busyworks me to death!!

Here's a brief synopsis of my current frustration... we were assigned to write two papers.  First one was to address how computers figure into my chosen major--nursing (and if you didn't know that, well, you are either new or slow...). First paper done, no prob.  On to second paper... topic: choose an IT career that you would be interested in, write all about the requirements, duties, salary, job forecast, and why you chose that career... la di da...

I chose the career website design/development, or as our TEXT refers to it... Webmaster! I turn in my topic paragraph and get told that this is not an IT career, but a career that uses computers.

You had to know this was coming....

WTF???


I said it... I made the face... I felt the sheer confusion and dismay...

Then I decided to go all the way in!!





First, however, I gathered all of my Facts & Examples (shout to O Hell Nawl)....

Exhibit A
Taken directly from the index of the text book... Computing Essentials Complete 2010, O'Leary and O'Leary














There it is, plainly, webmaster, page 49.

Exhibit B
Heading and beginning paragraph from said page 49....










And finally.... Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury.....

Exhibit C

Smiling Webmaster Guy

who loves his gatdambed

IT job!!!

(On page 49)

I sent a sternly, but respectfully, worded email to the instructor and presented my case.  Two days ago, mind you. I have yet to get a response, but I noticed on my grades that my points have been changed from 0/5 to 5/5 on my topic choice. And while I am gratified that apparently my topic choice is going to be allowed, methinks that the lack of response to the email smacks of .......

Yeah... let me censor myself. The semester ain't over yet.... but you know where I was going with that, don't you? That's why I luv y'all.... you really get me!

I survived week one!!

Ok, so I started a "new" job at my job... huh?? Basically, I'm doing different stuff at the same place.  So Monday at the Ranch was a blur.  Tuesday was spent in a seminar.  So by Tuesday evening, I had started to panic.  Yeah, I know, ME? Panic??  Unheard of!!! At work, anyway...

The thing that kicked off the panic was the thought "Oh, lawd... I think I made a mistake!!"  I was forseeing a world where I was stuck in meetings, seminars and bureaucracy, devoid of contact with actual patients!
And I thought, "Wait a minute... fixin' sick people is what I'm good at...really good at...Why did I leave that?"

Yep... I was in full "Worst Case Scenario" mode!!  I mean, not to hype myself up or be arrogant or anything, but I'm pretty good at the whole bedside nursing thing.  Nursing is what I'm meant to do.

And then it occurred to me... It wasn't just that I was feeling like I was going to miss taking care of a team of patients on a daily basis, though that was part of it.  It was the idea of giving up control.  It was the concept of trusting the care of "my" team of patients to another nurse.  It was the thought that "No one will do this the way I would."

And I realized I really need to just get the hell over myself!!  I mean, it's not like I'm Florence Nightengale or Clara freakin' Barton!!  And the job I've moved into is important, too.  Hopefully I can do the job justice.  And I will be at the bedside as often as I can, coz I love it!

So we'll see what next week brings!

I'm just sayin'.... some things fellas need to know about chicks....

The following post is of the old copy/paste variety directly from my old MySpace blog.... Yes, that's where I got bitten by the blog bug.... Don't act all self-righteous, I'm sure I'm not the only blogger that's moved out of the MySpace 'hood to better blogging real estate. I should have gone through and edited this more thoroughly. You know, put in capital letters n whatnot... cleaned up the punctuation and the grammar, but it kind of amuses me in its current state. I don't remember exactly what was going on at the moment that I wrote it, but you can be sure Marc was involved in some kind of foolery or another. Anyway.... it's one of the few that I felt were ok enough to pack up and move over to my new eCrib here at Blogspot. Re-reading it, I have come to the conclusion that the whole of the post can probably be summed up with number 5 alone... hmmmmm. Anyhoo, hope you enjoy it! After my last offering, I wanted to post something a with a little lighter mood...

first of all, fellas, i could get my chicks' union card yanked for this. however, i think it might benefit all of us if y'all knew some of this.....so, at the risk of my union membership, here we go....

1.first, almost all of us chicas are suckers for the small sweet things. a call or txt at an unexpected time, a kiss on top of the head. not letting go of a hug until after ya girl lets go.....these kinda things earn you big points, guys. the grand gesture every now and then is fine, it's appreciated, and sometimes called for. but it's the little everyday things that remind us we matter to you.

2.the flip side of this is that we are quick to feel ignored. this can be avoided by keeping us informed. most of us don't want chapter and verse of your day, a general overview is fine. simply hey, gonna be busy. call as soon as i can.....blah blah blah.....knowing it's your schedule, not a burning desire to avoid us is big in our books.

3.ya girl has "needs" too. don't forget that in the scheme of things. you think i'm talkin about sex, don't ya....well, that's good. but i'm talkin about other stuff. we need to feel secure, so when we do the "are we ok" thing, don't roll yer eyes, just say "yea, baby, we're fine" (unless we aren't, then refer to number 4). we need face time. especially when we know your life is a circus. if you're able to cut out an hour for your girl when we know your runnin crazy, well that's at least as good as 24 hours when we know you got nothin to do......see number 1.

4. if there's something wrong, tell us. we sense it anyway, and the waiting for the other shoe to drop sucks the life out of us. we might react badly. no promises, but usually, we will be able to get it together and work it out. now, this really runs the risk of losing me my union card, if you know that she ain't the one for you, that she's just a rest stop on the way to your future wife's world, cut ties. if you're just spending time to kill time, you're wasting her time. the man she's waiting on might pass her by if she's attached to you. and the longer you put it off, the worse it's gonna be when it actually ends.

5. saying "i love you" is wonderful. but remember, guys, don't say it more than you show it. know what i mean?

6. there are certain things we say that will tip you off to impending trouble. these include, but are not limited to "fine, nothing, whatever, i got this, i'm good." in general, sentences of three syllables or less spoken in a low tone with quiet volume.....yeah, yer in for it.......

7.when we cry, don't tell us to stop. just hold us, and let us get it out. we know it makes you uncomfortable, and we are sorry for that, but sometimes, the world just comes down around us and we just gotta......so when that happens, fellas, just hold ya girl and love her.

ok, sisters, if i'm not out of the union and you can think of anything these guys need to know, add it in a comment. if you think i'm way off base, leave that in a comment. guys, feel free to leave comments or questions too. not sayin we'll answer, but ya never kno........