stress = dreams about work

like my life isn't crazy enough, it bubbles up in my dreams, like last night.

I was at work. I stuck my head in an 'abandoned' room to check on my dog, which I apparently brought with me and shoved in an empty room. He had completely destroyed the room, digging at the floor and wall until he could crawl outside. I move him down to the room at the end of the hall, which has transformed itself into an outdoors campout with a bunch of stoners. I ask the stoners if they would watch my fully flea infested dog (read: completely covered, eww.) So, I leave to do rounds with the aide coming on the hall. We do rounds and I'm pretty sure there's an all out code brown, but afterwards I go back to the stoner's campout to retrieve my dog. While I was out, the stoners gave my dog a joint and he smoked it and turned into a man. a stoner-man. a stoner-man-dog, if you will. anyway. I'm down there trying to figure out what happened to my dog when I hear the DON's voice at the end of the hall. Since I work second shift, she really shouldn't be there at this time. it's 11 pm. So, i nonchalantly walk with my stoner-man-dog to the nurses' station where it becomes apparent that the night shift nurses have called in for the evening and the DON was forced to come in and work. I'm standing at the desk, when she comes out of the med room with a bag of trash. Of course, she's not wearing scrubs (which i have seen before, btw, it's really weird) but instead she's dressed like she would on a normal day: skirt, fruffy top, lab jacket. and i push my stroller (where the hell did a stroller come from?) and walk my stoner-man-dog out the front door.

holy jesus snack cup!

version: ice. I made it to work, after about 45 min of pouring warm water on my car while simultaneously letting it run (which if you know me, you know i HATE doing). I did end up getting the ice off of the necessary windows and out on the road. where DAMN, yo. it was coated. my "ANTI-LOCK" light came on and stayed on all the way to work. I hope that's not a problem. of course, like everyone called in, so i worked an extra half-shift. spent about 15 more minutes getting my car cleaned off again and made it home. but, we all know the reason I made this post is to use "holy jesus snack cup" as an expletive.

the end.

the fine line between judging and being judgmental...

let's just say i leap over it every time i go to work...

i think i'm going to hell for this next one

So, sometimes I play this game. It's not really so much a "game" as it is "snap judging people by their appearance" the rules are a little hard to define, as I said before: not really a game. I also don't really pick the people that I do this too. it's not like "i'm going to do every fifth person i see today" but there are two at work that I have done this to, and it was all almost instantly. One was in orientation with me. She's an RN. I saw her and thought "She's Catholic" I don't know why. I'm actually probably wrong. I totally saw her wearing a non-crucifix cross, which makes me have my doubts. But to me, she's Catholic. And then there's a Med Tech. I saw her and went "Pentecostal" "wait, no. not pentecostal, but fundamentalist. Baptist. Yeah. Baptist" but now that i think about it, she very well could be AoG. oh well. i'm not so interested in her. i ALMOST was like "are you Catholic?" to the other. Which I TOTALLY did in Yemen, among the students.

do i have catholic-dar? should i ask to find out?

arabic.

So, Yesterday I went to Missouri State and had my first ever Arabic class in the US of A. Which is kinda cool. and now I need to do work for the course. I intend to do all of book II this semester (don't laugh, bitches) I guess I'll see how feasable that is with a job when I have a job... inshallah, inshallah.

So far I have learned that my teacher is Algerian and she's just about as easy to steer off-topic as Arwa, which I'm totally cool with as long as we stay in Arabic. It's also nice that she stays in arabic with me, but she can verify my english translations because she is competent in english as well.

oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree...

I just realized I don't know the words to that song beyond "how evergreen your branches" -- Real point. I went to Target last night and bought my Christmas tree for a dolla and a qwata. and also some decorations for half-off as well. Then I took them home, decorated my tree and set it on my television. Hey, i still have most of the Christmas season to enjoy it. (Actually, I might leave it up until Lent)

islam & jerry

So, i'm flipping through the channels and Jerry Springer is on with "Blood Cousins Wed" and I only think that throughout the Middle East it's completely OKAY for first cousins to marry. I mean, Muhammad said it was okay. And then I start thinking of what these people would say/do if confronted with the knowledge that many muslims have no problem with their behaviour. Would they change their minds?

oh what can i say? i adore you.