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Bah. I have a manager. I love her as a person. She was never trained to be a manager, and she's not the best at it. I don't blame her. Who wants to discipline adults? Kids are hard enough to discipline and adults are 5 times the size of a kid. As such, work is a bit in disarray. People wear hand jewelry to work (not allowed due to risk of infection being passed around via fomites), people aren't being accountable for doing the work that should be done.

With the downturn in the economy and a low census (but very high acuity) the productivity at work is sucking. As such, cuts need to be made. I'm one of those cuts. I'll still have a job, but it changes my life, my work hours, the quality of life. I'll get through it, but I really hate the way my manager passed on the information.

Group email stating, essentially, that all "project time" was being suspended for 2 months. Okay, she qualified it, saying *most* project time was being cancelled. I'm paid through project time, so of course I'm thinking that I'm not to work any. I email her asking permission to finish up some current projects before the project time is on furlough, due to STATE deadlines. Her answer back was trite and condescening (in my opinion). She said, of course she knew that there were things that *must* be done, but that she needs to cut back the hours by 4 days every two weeks. My partner and I have been doing this work in 12 days every two weeks, so now we need to make due with just 8 days between us. A 25% cutback, without a decrease in work over the years. In fact, we are doing far more than we did when the job started with the two of us in 2000. She should have sent a personal email letting us know of the need to cut back, and by how much, rather than a mass email stating that it all would be cut. She's to let me know a time to meet on Thursday, "ASAP" although two work days later and I've not heard a time. I guess she will pull a meeting on us in surprise. As I said, "Bah!"

13

It's Friday the 13th. I have 13 posts here on blogger, so far. My boyfriend plays for 13 Mirrors (band). Since all of these things are a bit in common, I thought it was time to write something here.

Superstition. I don't find myself particularly superstitious, but I do follow certain rituals. If I see a penny on the ground, it's hard for me to not pick it up. If I give a knife as a gift, I ask for a small payment in return (German superstition that a knife, if not purchased, will only serve to sever the ties of friendship). I've been known to pick petals off of daisies, to avoid stepping on sidewalk cracks, and to say "squeeze that lemon" when running a yellow light (not sure if that counts as a superstition, but I learned that squeezing lemons is okay, but don't smash tomatoes (red lights)). I don't honestly think that leaving a penny on the sidewalk is a bad thing, its just become such a habit, that it's kinda fun to keep finding them, even though I'm well out of my childhood. I'm curious what others' superstitions are?

Pain

There are many different types of pain: Dull, achy pain; Sharp, stabbing pain; excruciating pain. Then there is emotional pain: heartbreak, worry, anxiety, depression. Overall, I much prefer physical pain to emotional pain. I partially liken it to this: when one breaks a leg or hurts oneself physically, there are visible signs of hurt. Others know not to expect much of a person when that person is on crutches. Sympathy is offered when one sees many bandages. This is not the case with emotional pain, which is mostly invisible, except for the tear-stained cheeks and the frown.

Even though I may prefer (if that really is the word for it) physical pain, there is a type of physical pain that I really could do without. Gut pain. Nausea. Diarrhea. Vomiting. These are all on my least favored list.

Why is this even coming up? Because I am sitting here trying to write a school paper on Marketing, positioning and differentiation between two health care companies in the same business. I've been researching and about ready to start the writing when my guts start to cramp. Used the toilet with urgent success, but now my guts simply hurt. HURT! Like crawl in a ball and lay still kinda hurt. Not sure what is causing it, but it's pretty miserable.