The idea of posting daily is a dream I just have to let go. Work has been busier than it ever has. We are so short staffed and do not have even close to enough workers. A few days ago I looked at the seniority list and realized that I am about 1/2 way up. We have over 300 workers and I only started working there 4 years ago. That means over 150 workers have quit in 4 years. Likely a lot more because that doesn’t show the workers under me that have quit. It only shows how many have quit that had more seniority. That says something about the job. A job that pays well with stellar benefits that can’t keep it workers employed. This week I worked an extra two hours every shift and they still wanted me to work more offering double overtime. I declined. Because when you start getting burned out you start hating your job and I don’t want to hate my job. When I start hating my job the people I care for suffer and I don’t want to be the person that makes them dread home support coming in.
Today is my day off and I only slept in until 9:30. It is almost 1:00 and I am still in my pajamas. The beds have been changed, the bathroom cleaned and I would not bother getting dressed at all if I didn’t have to go to my daughter’s band concert tonight. (She plays the flute.) It is a good night to order in or have take-out.
It is December and December is Norbert’s favourite time of the year. He gets to wear his Christmas collar and stalk the Advent calendar. The calendar is a felt Christmas tree about 3 feet high and each day you hang a new decoration on it. He sits down the hallway and sprints as fast as he can go and rips off the decorations. Most of the decorations are mangled. One is missing altogether. It is great fun to watch. He loves the Christmas collar because it makes him feel fancy even though it is shredded all to hell. He needs a new one. There is nothing Norbert loves more than feeling fancy. In December he tries to be a very good cat and he almost makes up for his nastiness that he exhibits that rest of the year. Santa loves Norbert and always brings him catnip and jingle balls.
Tomorrow I have another mammogram/breast ultrasound that is a follow up from something suspicious 6 months ago. At this point I refuse to stress about it. That isn’t entirely true. I don’t want to get cancer but what the fuck can you do?
Well, the washer is on its final spin. Maybe I will get out of pajamas and actually put on a bra and some yoga pants.