Still Reading

What is the Book Lady reading this winter? I still think of myself as the book lady, just can't help it.

I have kept a little notebook and listed all the books as I read them. Last year I read 43 books. So far this year 10. I find that I tend to find an author that I like and I read several by that author. I read the complete series of 7 of Diane Gabaldon's Outlander books. I read 3 of Ken Follett's books, Pillars of the Earth, World Without End, and A Dangerous Fortune. All 3 had historical setting in England, and big thick books that last awhile. For fun I read the Twilight series by Stephanie Myers. I am on my 4th Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum detective books. What a hoot. My sister kept trying to get me to read her but I kept saying I don't really like detective books. I finally read the first one and got hooked. This young gal is a bounty hunter by default cause she needs to pay her rent and her uncle Vinnie runs a bond agency. I won't doubt my sister again! Then I like to read my old standby Dean Koontz when I want to just kick back and read something weird.

So there you have it. I still prefer to read to watch TV. I like to read for about an hour before I go to sleep. Helps relax me and sort of takes me away. Maybe thats why I have such vivid dreams.

Thought for the day:: Everyone seems normal till you get to know them!

Stay or Go?

After being awakened a little after midnight, (On Call) I lay awake and think I solved all my problems. Somewhere around 2 AM I decided I am going to have to make my boss spend just a few minutes with me,(a rarity) so that I can lay out a plan to better utilize my time at work. I am supposed to be the Director of Nursing but only work one Day a week and 3 evenings, each 6 hrs long. I think my orientation has been poor at best. I have had to seek out the info myself, there was no training plan, just what ever I could learn on my own was to be enough. On the evenings the idea was to save money and have me manage the first floor to do med pass Yes, this looked good on paper, no caregiver to staff on those 3 evenings for first floor. But there is so much more to it than passing a few pills. I end up being house supervisor and taking care of all sorts of problems and never actually working in my office doing "management" stuff.

So my plan is to offer to actually cut back to 2 eight hour Days, no pm's. I think I can manage more in those 2 days than what I am doing now and they can save money on me and staff the floor with regular caregivers as before. I hate being on call, but can't avoid that, but will offer to take it every other week instead of 4 to 5 days every week. At least I would get a break.

So that's my plan, and if she isn't open to changes, I am seriously thinking of giving her my resignation effective the first of April. That would give her lots of time to replace me. I think I see why the last 2 DON left after only a few months each. Should have seen that red flag.

If I do quit, I will just go back to work with the staffing agency and pick up a few days at the prison like I was doing before. Actually the gal at Curves is after me to manage the place for her but it would be way toooooooo many hours for me. Gee I miss my little book store. But thats just between you and me. Shhhhhhhhh.

Thought for the day: Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves in knots.

Just dreaming

Every once in awhile I think I will write my dreams down as soon as I wake up. I have very vivid dreams, always have. Some times they are so real I have trouble going back to sleep, sometimes I wake up crying and sometimes they are really funny. I was going thru a notebook to find something to write on today and found a page dated 3/14/08 Dream. I thought for fun I would write it down word for word as I remembered it that morning.

Boarded a big plane. I knew the guy in charge but can't remember who he was. Lots of kids. It was a special flight for kids going to somewhere in Spain. Crowded, lots of bags in the seats. To entertain the kids this guy has a special heavy plastic ceiling that could be lowered down so the kids could write and use crayons on the ceiling. Landed once in Egypt and runway was like a regular road. Then landed in Spain and runway was worse and we taxed for miles right thru poor community streets and wings didn't touch anyone. But then no one could speak the kind of Spanish and there was anger and then we were flying and being shot at and everyone was on the floor, then my mother was there complaining about wanting some aspirin and coffee and not worried about being shot at at all. I had to get in her face to make her see we were in danger.

Not sure what all that means but this is a typical dream for me. Sometimes when I am dreaming it feels like the real world. Do you think maybe we slip into a different time/space and do live lives in another world when we dream?

Thought for the day: Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.