Browse Category: work

Post-processing is done!

dsc_0076a.jpg

Done with the post-processing for Krista and Jim’s Wedding!! The photos are uploaded and ready to go. I’m pretty nervous about their response(s) to the photos. I did my best with the conditions they gave me and hopefully they will be pleased.

I also got through the photos for the bridal shower I went to that very same day. It was for a co-worker/friend of mine and it was neat hanging out with everyone from work in a different setting.  She LOVES cupcakes so I picked up some very fancy cupcakes from Teacakes, which happens to be owned by friends of my friends who went to Cal.  What a small world.

Happy Hour

p1030260.jpg

One of the best things about my new job is having some pretty fun co-workers to hang out with. On Friday, we went to Happy Hour for some tall, cold glasses of beer.  I also tried beer-battered fried pickles dipped in ranch for the first time and they were awesome! Ranee was a little grossed out and has a pretty picky palate already so I paid her a dollar to try one. The look on her face was well worth it. What a trooper. I decided not to post the photo online (just yet). I may need it later to blackmail her. Muhahaha…

Back on track

I’ve been going to bed kinda early this week and I’m feeling like I’m back on Pacific Standard Time. In fact, I’ve been doing rather well at work this week. Perhaps my trip to NYC was restful enough for me to feel rejuvenated at work. It’s probably a combination of coming from a course and learning applicable strategies that I can apply right away and having a 4-day work week.

It took me a while to sort through my photos from New York but here they are. They’re pretty random but I guess that’s what happens when you travel alone. Enjoy!

More stories from the grind…

Chatting with a 4-year-old girl (same one with the boyfriend)

“Can I tell you what my little sister did this morning?! She peed in her bed.” I gave her a surprised look and she said in a hushed voice, “That’s pretty bad, isn’t it?” She totally sounded like a teenager telling me something really scandalous. So I played along and said, “Yeah, but it happens sometimes. I bet you don’t do that anymore.” And she replied, “No, but I peed in my underwear yesterday.” and gave a spritely chuckle. HAHAHAHA. At least she’s honest.

Chatting with an 8-year-old boy

As he’s drawing a picture of a dinosaur, my little friend causally asked, “Do you have any kids?” I replied, “Nope.” He stopped drawing and slowly looked up at me. “So, you’re married but you don’t have any kids?” All I could say was, “Nope, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I get some.”

Stories from the Daily Grind

I just finished a rather busy week at work but it ended with some cute stories:

Trying to Pee
One of the things that I work on with my patients is their morning routine. At the hospital, it seems weird to have to actually get up, brush your teeth, and get dressed when all you’re going to do is go back to bed, right? Well, that’s not how it goes in rehab. I saw this little 4-year-old boy yesterday in the wee hours of the morning as he was getting up. As he was trying to put on his socks and shoes, his little bum started tootin’. I asked him, “Do you need to go booboo?” He said, “Nooooo….but I have to go pee pee.” That’s great! We’ve been trying to teach him how to use the toilet all week. So, we made out way over to the bathroom, pulled down his pants and diaper, and waited. He’s really unsteady on his feet so as I was stabilizing him in front of the toilet, he started to rock side to side like he was doing a little dance. I asked him “What are you doing?! You’re supposed to be aiming!” He said, “The pee won’t come out!”. So I turned on the water at the sink and we waited some more. At one point the two of us were yelling “Pee Pee come out! Pee Pee come out!!” It didn’t work but at least he told me that he had to go instead of automatically going in his diaper. What a way to start a morning.

Growing Up
On Wednesday, I was working with a little 4-year-old girl on handwriting. We had the treatment room open and our Rehab Aide, Ian, came in to ask me a question. The little girl stopped her writing and asked me, “Who’s that?” I said, “That’s my friend Ian. She helps us out here in the hospital.” There was a brief pause and then the little girl said, “There’s a boy in my class named Ian and I’m going to marry him when I grow up.” Nice! So I asked her, “So is he your BOYFRIEND?” She sheepishly said, “Yea.” Trying to change the subject a bit, I asked her “So do you know what you want to be when you grow up?” She replied, “Yea, I’m going to be the mommy and he’s going to be the daddy.” Awesome…what a way to bring the conversation back to the boyfriend.

It’s way too early.

dsc_2528.jpg

The time change is killing me. It kills me every year. I have a hard enough time getting up in the morning as it is.  So when the country forces us to “Spring Forward”, I am NOT a happy camper.

dsc_2244.jpg

To make matters worse, my commute to work has become increasingly frustrating. I don’t understand what’s going on but Muni has been suckin’ and I never seem to catch the hospital shuttle at the right time. In fact, today I left my house earlier than usual in hopes of having some extra time to prepare for my day but it do me any good since my usual 45-minute commute took me a whole 60 minutes with hardly any time to sip my coffee and inhale my Balance Bar. It was an emergency breakfast day instead of my usual warm bowl of oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar. Anyway, it’s about 10-something right now and I’m going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.