Bad Day

I'm actually not one to have bad days. Not since I cut myself free after 5 years with Dan and our poor excuse for a relationship. Steve and I get along phenomenally, and if we have a conflict (which is pretty uncommon) it doesn't take long to talk out. I'm on good terms with my family (minus the bad dreams I often have that i think hurts it from my end), and on good terms with my friends. I pretty much don't have bad days - more like, A Couple Hours of Suck Wrapped in a Pretty Good Day. 

Yesterday was A Bad Day.

The evening went fine while I was working, until it was time for shift change. My coworkers noticed one of the Narc counts was off. I know I only counted 79, but I signed for 79.5. Pickle. The program manager was super pissed at me because I didn't look at the number I was signing off on. I'm sorry that I put too much stock into my coworkers to LISTEN to the number I tell them, and if it doesn't match to let me know and we'll figure it out from there. So my coworker was stupid for not hearing me say half a pill less than she wrote down, but I was the bigger idiot because I was the one PRESENT for the wrath and for not double-checking what she wrote. There was a ton of confusion at this time, because I had been trying to talk to them and give out meds and write an incident report and med error (THIS IS WHY WE HAVE MED ERRORS DON'T MAKE US MULTITASK) and so I kept missing places to sign all the meds. It was a DISASTER. I almost cried I was so stressed out.

I was finally able to get out of there, and I stopped at school to drop something off, and I went to the Michael's by my Dr's office. Of COURSE they didn't have the right color yarn for me. I bought all the secondary colors I'd need (or at least a good chunk of them), but I can't use them unless I have a finished scarf. So I still needed the purple. Having more time left before my appt, I stopped over at Half-Priced books... and bought some stuff. "A Guide to writing Kanji and Kana" By Tuttle and the revised edition of Japanese for Busy People I. I am suuuuuper excited about the writing book. I have a copy machine at work and I made several copies of the first few hirigana practice pages so I can really begin to learn. I'm so happy about that!! AND the nurse called me and told me they found the missing half a pill and all is well with the world of narcotics at Maghakian Place. When I left though, my car gave me a scare and did a hard start. I need a new battery.

My doctor's appointment contributes to my Bad Day because it was a follow-up pap. My yearly came back abnormal but I also had an infection at the time so I refuse to pay for a colposcopy until I get confirmation again. It's expensive and invasive and 99% of the time comes up with nothing.

I stopped at WalMart on the way home (though it wasn't actually "on the way") and got my yarn. Then I FINALLY got home about 11:30am, and I get a call from my new advisor for school. She did EXACTLY what I knew she would as a new staff - searched my credits with a fine-tooth comb - and is having me come up ONE CLASS SHORT OF FUCKING GRADUATION. I told her I WAS graduating this fall. That the Department Head, Dr. Shelton, told me this summer that if my Audit Report gives me a checkmark, that it SHOULD SLIDE. I think I intimidated her (I was very edgy by this point and maybe talked with a harsher and more condescending tone than I should have). We agreed I would CC her on an email to Dr. Shelton. I'm practically BEGGING them to just let me graduate. I've been in school for 6 years, I've taken more than enough credits, just PLEASE, PLLLLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE let me graduate. *sob*

And finally, Steve works until 11 this week and I leave for work at 11:45 so GOD that sucks. And Mike, a good friend from HS and my 2 years at UMD who now lives in Utah doing Geology stuff, had to cancel dinner on the 4th because he mixed up a wedding date. BUT! That might be salvaged with lunch the next day. Not sure. Ugh.

Begone with you, Bad Day!

*poof*

Bad Day

I'm actually not one to have bad days. Not since I cut myself free after 5 years with Dan and our poor excuse for a relationship. Steve and I get along phenomenally, and if we have a conflict (which is pretty uncommon) it doesn't take long to talk out. I'm on good terms with my family (minus the bad dreams I often have that i think hurts it from my end), and on good terms with my friends. I pretty much don't have bad days - more like, A Couple Hours of Suck Wrapped in a Pretty Good Day. 

Yesterday was A Bad Day.

The evening went fine while I was working, until it was time for shift change. My coworkers noticed one of the Narc counts was off. I know I only counted 79, but I signed for 79.5. Pickle. The program manager was super pissed at me because I didn't look at the number I was signing off on. I'm sorry that I put too much stock into my coworkers to LISTEN to the number I tell them, and if it doesn't match to let me know and we'll figure it out from there. So my coworker was stupid for not hearing me say half a pill less than she wrote down, but I was the bigger idiot because I was the one PRESENT for the wrath and for not double-checking what she wrote. There was a ton of confusion at this time, because I had been trying to talk to them and give out meds and write an incident report and med error (THIS IS WHY WE HAVE MED ERRORS DON'T MAKE US MULTITASK) and so I kept missing places to sign all the meds. It was a DISASTER. I almost cried I was so stressed out.

I was finally able to get out of there, and I stopped at school to drop something off, and I went to the Michael's by my Dr's office. Of COURSE they didn't have the right color yarn for me. I bought all the secondary colors I'd need (or at least a good chunk of them), but I can't use them unless I have a finished scarf. So I still needed the purple. Having more time left before my appt, I stopped over at Half-Priced books... and bought some stuff. "A Guide to writing Kanji and Kana" By Tuttle and the revised edition of Japanese for Busy People I. I am suuuuuper excited about the writing book. I have a copy machine at work and I made several copies of the first few hirigana practice pages so I can really begin to learn. I'm so happy about that!! AND the nurse called me and told me they found the missing half a pill and all is well with the world of narcotics at Maghakian Place. When I left though, my car gave me a scare and did a hard start. I need a new battery.

My doctor's appointment contributes to my Bad Day because it was a follow-up pap. My yearly came back abnormal but I also had an infection at the time so I refuse to pay for a colposcopy until I get confirmation again. It's expensive and invasive and 99% of the time comes up with nothing.

I stopped at WalMart on the way home (though it wasn't actually "on the way") and got my yarn. Then I FINALLY got home about 11:30am, and I get a call from my new advisor for school. She did EXACTLY what I knew she would as a new staff - searched my credits with a fine-tooth comb - and is having me come up ONE CLASS SHORT OF FUCKING GRADUATION. I told her I WAS graduating this fall. That the Department Head, Dr. Shelton, told me this summer that if my Audit Report gives me a checkmark, that it SHOULD SLIDE. I think I intimidated her (I was very edgy by this point and maybe talked with a harsher and more condescending tone than I should have). We agreed I would CC her on an email to Dr. Shelton. I'm practically BEGGING them to just let me graduate. I've been in school for 6 years, I've taken more than enough credits, just PLEASE, PLLLLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE let me graduate. *sob*

And finally, Steve works until 11 this week and I leave for work at 11:45 so GOD that sucks. And Mike, a good friend from HS and my 2 years at UMD who now lives in Utah doing Geology stuff, had to cancel dinner on the 4th because he mixed up a wedding date. BUT! That might be salvaged with lunch the next day. Not sure. Ugh.

Begone with you, Bad Day!

*poof*