Apparently, blood donors are very jolly! Specifically the pheresis donors (they donate platlets and plasma). Yesterday, there was a never ending influx of stuff that they brought in for us...cookies, chocolates, cakes, cheesecake....it was wonderful.
We have radio ads running right now, about the critical shortages, especially of type O (positive and negative) blood. So this lady comes in....about five minutes before closing time. Then she tells us she's a slow bleeder. THEN she acts like a prima donna throughout the whole process...and she did bleed slow! We had five or six people right before we closed...we aren't allowed to turn them away. I think we were about 45 minutes late getting out. That's a wee bit annoying.
What's worse though, is the traffic. Good lord the traffic! Why do people turn in to morons at the holidays? It's like being on a road full of teenagers who've just gotten their learner permits! I know you must have seen the 5 speed limit signs you passed, all of which said 55mph. Why do you insist on driving 35 miles per hour, on a busy highway? Get OFF the highway and take the side roads if you want to drive slow. I am with everyone else...I want the bumper sticker...when I get old I am moving north and driving slow!!!
On another note, I got a 94% on my final exam at school!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Work, School, Christmas, Random News
Ok, so I am not quite as busy as I ought to be for Christmas. I haven't done any shopping. I'm horrible at that.
I started work at the Blood Bank on Monday. So far, it's nice there...slow paced, small, friendly people. The needles are freaking huge, which is a bit intimidating, to be honest. I'm exhausted, but the first check will be awfully nice.
I had my last class tonight (Tuesday), and I got a 94% on my final exam.
So have you all heard about Miss USA or Miss America, or whatever Drunkie the Pageant Queen stood for? They were going to take her crown away because she drinks and was doing drugs? Donald Trump stepped in and allowed her to keep it. What does he have to do with it? Does anyone really care? Does anyone even WATCH these silly pageants anymore? Heaven forbid we skip that story in lieu of some REAL news right? God no....instead we have to hear all about the pageant queen's exploits, Brittany's aversion to wearing underwear, and Paris' hatred for Lindsay. WHO CARES PEOPLE?! Good lord...if people in this country paid half as much attention to what's going on in the world (the IMPORTANT THINGS!) as they do to pop culture and hollywood gossip, perhaps things would get done in this country.
I started work at the Blood Bank on Monday. So far, it's nice there...slow paced, small, friendly people. The needles are freaking huge, which is a bit intimidating, to be honest. I'm exhausted, but the first check will be awfully nice.
I had my last class tonight (Tuesday), and I got a 94% on my final exam.
So have you all heard about Miss USA or Miss America, or whatever Drunkie the Pageant Queen stood for? They were going to take her crown away because she drinks and was doing drugs? Donald Trump stepped in and allowed her to keep it. What does he have to do with it? Does anyone really care? Does anyone even WATCH these silly pageants anymore? Heaven forbid we skip that story in lieu of some REAL news right? God no....instead we have to hear all about the pageant queen's exploits, Brittany's aversion to wearing underwear, and Paris' hatred for Lindsay. WHO CARES PEOPLE?! Good lord...if people in this country paid half as much attention to what's going on in the world (the IMPORTANT THINGS!) as they do to pop culture and hollywood gossip, perhaps things would get done in this country.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
People Confuse Me
Saturday night, the 9th, we had our family holiday celebration at Epcot. The high ups at the Port had 2 buses to take us over there and back so we wouldn't have to drive ourselves. Great. Cory and I get there just in time to make the second bus, due to the fact that I really suck with directions, and I thought that it would be at the McDonald's at I-95 and 520, but it was actually at 524 and Clearlake Rd.
So we get to Epcot, and I kid you not we spent about 45 minutes on the bus. The driver wanted to drop us at the regular entrance, from the "Event Parking" lot. That's a long walk to the back of the World Showcase in evening wear. He argued with my bosses (all the supervisors were on the same bus as I was) that he wasn't authorized to take us back to the Cast Member entrance. HELLO! What on earth did you think you were going to do with a bus full of cast members?? On what planet would we not be authorized to go to a CAST MEMBER entrance, seeing as we ARE cast members? And why on earth would you not listen to people that are far higher up on the proverbial totem pole than you are?
We got into the party nearly an hour late. It was gorgeous though...it was all decorated in a Mardi Gras/Masquerade theme. The food was great, they gave lots of prizes away. They had a beer/wine bar, which every person got tickets for (2 free drinks per person). The decorations were really nice, and they had those nifty screens all over the place. Mickey, Minnie, Pluto, and Goofy were on hand to dance with. You know, I was really amused by that...I felt like a kid again lol. And Mickey and Minnie were available for photos, which were taken for free, and will be sent to us shortly.
Cory and I took a stroll over to "Italy" and he bought me a beautiful Venitian mask, which was hand painted there by an italian artist.
So we get to Epcot, and I kid you not we spent about 45 minutes on the bus. The driver wanted to drop us at the regular entrance, from the "Event Parking" lot. That's a long walk to the back of the World Showcase in evening wear. He argued with my bosses (all the supervisors were on the same bus as I was) that he wasn't authorized to take us back to the Cast Member entrance. HELLO! What on earth did you think you were going to do with a bus full of cast members?? On what planet would we not be authorized to go to a CAST MEMBER entrance, seeing as we ARE cast members? And why on earth would you not listen to people that are far higher up on the proverbial totem pole than you are?
We got into the party nearly an hour late. It was gorgeous though...it was all decorated in a Mardi Gras/Masquerade theme. The food was great, they gave lots of prizes away. They had a beer/wine bar, which every person got tickets for (2 free drinks per person). The decorations were really nice, and they had those nifty screens all over the place. Mickey, Minnie, Pluto, and Goofy were on hand to dance with. You know, I was really amused by that...I felt like a kid again lol. And Mickey and Minnie were available for photos, which were taken for free, and will be sent to us shortly.
Cory and I took a stroll over to "Italy" and he bought me a beautiful Venitian mask, which was hand painted there by an italian artist.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Just a Mom?
I've always liked this one....you may have already seen it in your email box at some point. No smart ass commentary on this one...I love it as is!
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the
County Clerk 's office was asked by the woman
recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a......?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife'
covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found
myself in the same situation, this time at our own
Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it?
I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair
and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most
significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement
was written, in bold, black ink on the
official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new
interest,
"just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my
voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
[what mother doesn't)
in the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then
the whole family) and already have four credits
(all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding
in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather
than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's
voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally
ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous
new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants --
ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development
program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another Mom." Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the
County Clerk 's office was asked by the woman
recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a......?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife'
covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found
myself in the same situation, this time at our own
Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it?
I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair
and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most
significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement
was written, in bold, black ink on the
official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new
interest,
"just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my
voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
[what mother doesn't)
in the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then
the whole family) and already have four credits
(all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding
in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather
than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's
voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally
ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous
new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants --
ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development
program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another Mom." Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".
Sunday, December 03, 2006
What Women Say....
Yet another chain email type thing that I feel the need to comment on. You will find my comments in red.
Words that women use (when they can't just open their mouths and say what they freaking MEAN!)
~FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you
need to shut up.
An immature way of handling things, instead of saying "FINE" and huffing off, TALK THINGS OUT instead of freaking arguing. Yes ladies, it is sometimes a sad fact of life, sorry to disappoint you, but every now and then you have to let go of high school crap and learn to be the bigger person and discuss problems like an adult ::gasp!::
~FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five
minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game
before helping around the house.
Here's a concept....if you're going to need more than five minutes, freaking say so! And for the record ladies, it does not take a half an hour to get dressed. Most likely you've known how to dress yourself for years. Just pick something, stick to it, and move on to makeup and hair. And for the record, if it takes you more than a couple of minutes to put your makeup on, then it's probably time to chisel off a layer (or 3) and start over.
~NOTHING
this is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should
be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"
If you're going to say that nothing is wrong, then mean it. Nobody is a mind reader...if something is wrong and you want to talk about it, then fucking say so. Otherwise, don't get pissy if people leave it at "nothing" and move on to more interesting topics.
~GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.
If you don't want someone to do something, then again, SAY SO. I'm so tired of stupid moronic girl games. News flash...we all graduated quite some time ago!
~LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you
over "Nothing"
If it really is "nothing" then don't argue about it. Loud sighs and eyerolling should only be accompanied by hair flips, foot stomps, and the phrase "I'm taking my toys and going home!" (understand my point here?)
~THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a
man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before
deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
This is the sibling to "nothing". If it's not OK than SAY SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you say it's ok, then they do it, then you have no freaking right to get pissy about it later.
~THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're
welcome.
~"Whatever"
...it's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU
Ladies....grow a spine. If you mean "fuck you" then say it.
Words that women use (when they can't just open their mouths and say what they freaking MEAN!)
~FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you
need to shut up.
An immature way of handling things, instead of saying "FINE" and huffing off, TALK THINGS OUT instead of freaking arguing. Yes ladies, it is sometimes a sad fact of life, sorry to disappoint you, but every now and then you have to let go of high school crap and learn to be the bigger person and discuss problems like an adult ::gasp!::
~FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five
minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game
before helping around the house.
Here's a concept....if you're going to need more than five minutes, freaking say so! And for the record ladies, it does not take a half an hour to get dressed. Most likely you've known how to dress yourself for years. Just pick something, stick to it, and move on to makeup and hair. And for the record, if it takes you more than a couple of minutes to put your makeup on, then it's probably time to chisel off a layer (or 3) and start over.
~NOTHING
this is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should
be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"
If you're going to say that nothing is wrong, then mean it. Nobody is a mind reader...if something is wrong and you want to talk about it, then fucking say so. Otherwise, don't get pissy if people leave it at "nothing" and move on to more interesting topics.
~GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.
If you don't want someone to do something, then again, SAY SO. I'm so tired of stupid moronic girl games. News flash...we all graduated quite some time ago!
~LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you
over "Nothing"
If it really is "nothing" then don't argue about it. Loud sighs and eyerolling should only be accompanied by hair flips, foot stomps, and the phrase "I'm taking my toys and going home!" (understand my point here?)
~THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a
man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before
deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
This is the sibling to "nothing". If it's not OK than SAY SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you say it's ok, then they do it, then you have no freaking right to get pissy about it later.
~THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're
welcome.
~"Whatever"
...it's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU
Ladies....grow a spine. If you mean "fuck you" then say it.
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