I Beg Your Pardon?

Life is going great for me.

God is great, beer is good, and yes, people ARE crazy.

Updates of the good kind go as follows:

I have started working nigthts at the hospital and am enjoying them, despite working three twelve hour shifts one after the other. I did lose one shift this past Saturday due to low census...come on women of El Paso! Procreate!

I enjoy my job, especially the occassional times when I get to babysit or rock the baby or cuddle the baby or, God is good!, feed and burp the baby. They are the cutests things to walk this earth...well, when they do start walking.

When we have a full floor (21 patients plus babies in nursery, then in mothers' rooms), it gets busy and hectic...I like it like that.

A work story...we have a walkie talkie type of system, so that I can get ahold of nurses and CNAs without having to page them overhead. The system is called the Vocera System. It's pretty nifty...almost like having a cell phone. Well, early this morning, we discovered that the Vocera system is, well, uppity.

You see, sometimes, when it's in a mood, it won't log you in as yourself...example, how do you get Alma Frank out of Luz Soto? You don't! And yet, even after I spelled my name, the system logged me in as Alma Frank. After five minutes of arguing with it, I gave up.

Well, one of the nurses found out that the Vocera is cheeky as well as uppity. She accidentally pressed the button, so it responded with "Vocera."

At this point you say "Call (insert first and last name here)" but since she didn't want to call anyone, she just said to the Vocera "Shut up."

A few seconds later and the Vocera responds "I beg your pardon?"

Obviously, we couldn't stop laughing! So of course, another nurse had to give it a try...then she started taunting the Vocera...

It actually makes sonic ray noises when you tell it to "Beam me up."

Alright, end of work story.

Now on to family...mom will be having gallbladder surgery, brother is back in Georgia after having spend a week with us here in HellPaso, stepdad and I are talking again and we're getting along, pretending that we never screamed at each other and said stuff to each other.

I have six days off, counting today...maybe even seven because the possibility they will need me for the four hours I'm scheduled on Sunday are pretty much nilch.

I did request to be cross-trained as a CNA in the Pediatrics Unit to work night shift PRN. I hope they decide to do this...that way, I can get my hours...

Well, enough updating.

Y'all have a swell-riffic day!