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Jan. 9th, 2010 10:56 pmI made it back home to Drogheda! This is rather significant given that buses have been playing silly buggers lately and refusing to skate down the M1 some nights. It was kinda important that I get home this weekend as I completely failed to pack trousers for work that fit. I've been wearing a pair that haven't fitted since the end of first year, that I could not even pull up over my hips at the end of 3rd year when I was desperate for a clean pair for the next day. They're not a particularly comfortable fit, but not a bad one either. I guess my CPC is right and I have lost a bit of weight. Kidney stones, they're useful for something, even if it's just shedding a couple of kgs over the Christmas period.
I have a room in Dublin! It is so cute in a "hasn't been painted in about 50 years" sort of way. There's a wee sink and a wardrobe and a bed and myself and the school secretary stole a desk and chair from another room for me and I look out onto some fairly pretty Georgian buildings and not directly on to the hospital which makes me feel less as if I'm living in it. There was a 3 foot snowman outside the building today and this made me happy, too. Overall the mood of the week is "happy, yay!"
What's also making me happy now is easy access to coffee. The kettle in the kitchen in the res seems to have grown legs and with paths as icy as they've been lately I've not felt happy going out more than necessary. Seeing the Civil Defence shovelling snow outside is a new thing for me.
And I missed my family a bit. It was rather nice to see them again this evening, even Martha said she missed me. Alright, it was just because the dog now wakes her up at stupid o'clock to be let out instead of me, but they're kinda realising now just how much I've actually done around the place. I'll have to head back tomorrow early enough while the buses are still running but that's ok, cos I've work on Monday anyway.
I've so loved being back at work. It's nice knowing I'm being paid at the end of the month but that's never been why I do it. Being desperately understaffed with weather causing people to not make it in on top of an already understaffed work means I get rooms to look after by myself, on my own, alone. And I love it! Yes, always have plenty of people I can go running to if I need them and we're still not allowed do anything with MDA drugs (the shiny ones, with morphine and codeine and stuff.) I've been learning tons and tons and while I still need to learn an awful lot more about many things, I've a head that's full of nollige. Three shifts in and each day I've been genuinely thanked by people for helping them. That's why I do it, not the money, wanna make a difference. Now, being given choccies by one family was absolutely wonderful (Celebrations, nyom!) but making a difference is just the most brilliant feeling in the world, ever. I really, really love my job, so much.
Have been a bit text spammy lately due to a lack of outside world, that should change once I get laptop back up with me tomorrow and sort out internets on Tuesday (god of ice/Civil Defence willing, even running across the road to Tesco is taking a good 10 minutes each way with slippy slidey paths.) Working Mon, Wed, Fri with college on Thursday for "reflective practice" which means I need to spend Tuesday identifying some issue that has arisen in my single week so far that I want to learn something about and then present to the class. Urg. Can I not just do an extra day at work? I'll do it for free! Have done for years, after all. But oh boy is it nice to know I'll have some money at the end of the month!
I have a room in Dublin! It is so cute in a "hasn't been painted in about 50 years" sort of way. There's a wee sink and a wardrobe and a bed and myself and the school secretary stole a desk and chair from another room for me and I look out onto some fairly pretty Georgian buildings and not directly on to the hospital which makes me feel less as if I'm living in it. There was a 3 foot snowman outside the building today and this made me happy, too. Overall the mood of the week is "happy, yay!"
What's also making me happy now is easy access to coffee. The kettle in the kitchen in the res seems to have grown legs and with paths as icy as they've been lately I've not felt happy going out more than necessary. Seeing the Civil Defence shovelling snow outside is a new thing for me.
And I missed my family a bit. It was rather nice to see them again this evening, even Martha said she missed me. Alright, it was just because the dog now wakes her up at stupid o'clock to be let out instead of me, but they're kinda realising now just how much I've actually done around the place. I'll have to head back tomorrow early enough while the buses are still running but that's ok, cos I've work on Monday anyway.
I've so loved being back at work. It's nice knowing I'm being paid at the end of the month but that's never been why I do it. Being desperately understaffed with weather causing people to not make it in on top of an already understaffed work means I get rooms to look after by myself, on my own, alone. And I love it! Yes, always have plenty of people I can go running to if I need them and we're still not allowed do anything with MDA drugs (the shiny ones, with morphine and codeine and stuff.) I've been learning tons and tons and while I still need to learn an awful lot more about many things, I've a head that's full of nollige. Three shifts in and each day I've been genuinely thanked by people for helping them. That's why I do it, not the money, wanna make a difference. Now, being given choccies by one family was absolutely wonderful (Celebrations, nyom!) but making a difference is just the most brilliant feeling in the world, ever. I really, really love my job, so much.
Have been a bit text spammy lately due to a lack of outside world, that should change once I get laptop back up with me tomorrow and sort out internets on Tuesday (god of ice/Civil Defence willing, even running across the road to Tesco is taking a good 10 minutes each way with slippy slidey paths.) Working Mon, Wed, Fri with college on Thursday for "reflective practice" which means I need to spend Tuesday identifying some issue that has arisen in my single week so far that I want to learn something about and then present to the class. Urg. Can I not just do an extra day at work? I'll do it for free! Have done for years, after all. But oh boy is it nice to know I'll have some money at the end of the month!
