80 days before Christmas.
I love the feeling of the cool breeze kissing my face. Every time I open the front door, it embraces me with a welcoming feeling.
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My dad said he's coming over to visit on November. And my sister is coming on December. I'm so excited (:
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This is bad. I'm gaining weight, and losing discipline with my eating. This is major bad news.
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It would've been fun to be able to blog everyday. But due to the numerous blogs that I have, plus my disorganized list of priorities, I am unable to do anything. Add it with a little procrastinating. @_@ I know that I can fit everything in 24hours, but for some odd reason, I just put a lot of things off.
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Updates! Updates!
I sent my transfer from AL to HC on some late September date, and I still haven't heard anything from the DoN. I wonder if I'll even get in?
I was actually looking forward to it. Regardless of the gossips and the rumors going around, I want to start working at HC.
It hurts to know that one of my co-workers at AL is sort-of pulling me down with her. Not that she's all the way down, but I told her that I want to transfer because I will learn more at HC than at AL passing medications. She kept telling me that I will never learn anything at HC and that it's hard work.
Uh, what's more hard work than working at KH during the day? I think it's slavery right there in your face. That's why sometimes, I hate working there. Define labor. @_@ To top it all off, I think it's uncompensated employees defined, too.
I want to work at the HC because patients there are physically unable to care for themselves. I think I'm done with people who are mentally and psychologically out of state. And I believe that I will learn more if I work there.
She, on the other hand, kept telling me that I will not learn anything at the HC. That's complete BS, I believe. In KH, we do all the patient care, and I learned a lot. In AL, I learned how to pass medications. And got familiar with different medications (which are mostly vitamins, supplements, bp meds and sleeping pills).
I know I can do more, and I have more to learn. I don't want to miss out on opportunities to improve myself. So no matter what she says, she will be talking to my hand for the rest of the night.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
No Arms No Legs No Worries
I came across a video on YouTube that made me cry. :'(
More here.
I was inspired with the video that I actually cried. And then I looked at myself.
I remembered myself at one point in time that I was about to give up; that I told myself "I have no more tomorrow. Shit happens, but why does it always fall on me?"
He give life changing words, daily pieces of inspiration. I wished I would've seen this video sooner.
Thank you, Lord, for loving me. I am so sorry for all the things I've done wrong. Please forgive me. Dear God, come into my life and fill me with your Holy Spirit, that I may be the person you want me to be. ♥
Kudos, NICK!
Meet Nick Vujicic, pronounced 'Vooy-cheech'. Born in 1982 in Brisbane, Australia, without any medical explanation or warning, Nicholas Vujicic came into the world with neither arms nor legs. Imagine the shock his parents felt when they saw their first-born brand new baby boy for the first time, only to find he was what the world would consider imperfect and abnormal.
More here.
I was inspired with the video that I actually cried. And then I looked at myself.
I remembered myself at one point in time that I was about to give up; that I told myself "I have no more tomorrow. Shit happens, but why does it always fall on me?"
He give life changing words, daily pieces of inspiration. I wished I would've seen this video sooner.
Thank you, Lord, for loving me. I am so sorry for all the things I've done wrong. Please forgive me. Dear God, come into my life and fill me with your Holy Spirit, that I may be the person you want me to be. ♥
Kudos, NICK!
Transfer.
Last week, as I was clocking out from work, I checked the list of open slots in different departments for hiring (like I always do). I would joke to my colleagues "Maybe I'll do better in the dietary department. I'll wash the dishes. Less responsibilities."
There was a long list at the bottom of the paper. 4 openings at the Health Care Center.
I thought to myself - why not?
After consulting resources about the opportunity, the pros outweighed the cons. As much as I don't want to leave my comfort zone, I realized that it's about time that I set changes and take the next step.
I've been procrastinating for the past 3years, and it's about time that I walk away from gravity.
One of my colleagues said "Don't miss out on this, or you will regret it."
I sat down in front of my computer for 2hours yesterday morning trying to figure out how I can start my transfer request do the other department. My fingers lay still on the keyboard, as I think about the words to fill in my blank page. I have the request to transfer form filled out with my name, current department, date and signature. But I haven't filled in the space for "Qualifications".
I began to doubt myself. Maybe I am not suitable for the position. Maybe I am not experienced enough.
I scribbled qualifications on the notepad, and started re-doing my resume.
Then, I began typing in my letter.
Dear Director of Nursing,
After signing my name at the bottom of the page, I started my letter to my boss.
Dear Director of ALSCR,
My heart was pounding as I held the printed pages on my hand.
At 3:20pm, I walked to my boss's office. She wasn't there. I left the letter with the Request to Transfer form in her box and walked away.
I realized that I forgot to sign the paper. *doh* That was stupid. @_@
A couple of hours later, my supervisor whispered to me. "Laura wants to talk to you."
I started to have butterflies in my tummy (but not in a good way) as I walk to her office.
She was on the phone.
I left, and came back 30minutes later. Still on the phone. @_@
Why does she have to make this hard for me??? I asked my co-worker.
You'll be alright. Don't worry about it. He said, with a little pat.
I walked to her office again, and she was finally available. Uh-oh.
She invited me in, and held the paper up.
What if I said no? She said, smiling.
I frowned.
Have you talked to the people at the Health Center yet?
Yes. But I heard the DoN is still on vacation.
She is out for 2 weeks, yes.
I don't even know how this process goes, so I wrote a letter to you, and wrote her a letter, too. I even printed out a copy of my resume. It's updated.
Well, I want you to improve your skills, but I don't want you to go. If this is what's best for you, I will sign the paper and you can hand it tomorrow to HR. They'll take care of it. I just wish you didn't have to go. You worked really hard here. And I'll be sad to let you go.
She handed me the signed paper.
Thank you so much.
I walked to the office and laid my paper on the counter by my purse. I noticed that by her signature was a little note.
This made me smile. But a little sad, too. Oh well, caramel.
There was a long list at the bottom of the paper. 4 openings at the Health Care Center.
I thought to myself - why not?
After consulting resources about the opportunity, the pros outweighed the cons. As much as I don't want to leave my comfort zone, I realized that it's about time that I set changes and take the next step.
I've been procrastinating for the past 3years, and it's about time that I walk away from gravity.
One of my colleagues said "Don't miss out on this, or you will regret it."
I sat down in front of my computer for 2hours yesterday morning trying to figure out how I can start my transfer request do the other department. My fingers lay still on the keyboard, as I think about the words to fill in my blank page. I have the request to transfer form filled out with my name, current department, date and signature. But I haven't filled in the space for "Qualifications".
I began to doubt myself. Maybe I am not suitable for the position. Maybe I am not experienced enough.
I scribbled qualifications on the notepad, and started re-doing my resume.
Then, I began typing in my letter.
Dear Director of Nursing,
After signing my name at the bottom of the page, I started my letter to my boss.
Dear Director of ALSCR,
My heart was pounding as I held the printed pages on my hand.
At 3:20pm, I walked to my boss's office. She wasn't there. I left the letter with the Request to Transfer form in her box and walked away.
I realized that I forgot to sign the paper. *doh* That was stupid. @_@
A couple of hours later, my supervisor whispered to me. "Laura wants to talk to you."
I started to have butterflies in my tummy (but not in a good way) as I walk to her office.
She was on the phone.
I left, and came back 30minutes later. Still on the phone. @_@
Why does she have to make this hard for me??? I asked my co-worker.
You'll be alright. Don't worry about it. He said, with a little pat.
I walked to her office again, and she was finally available. Uh-oh.
She invited me in, and held the paper up.
What if I said no? She said, smiling.
I frowned.
Have you talked to the people at the Health Center yet?
Yes. But I heard the DoN is still on vacation.
She is out for 2 weeks, yes.
I don't even know how this process goes, so I wrote a letter to you, and wrote her a letter, too. I even printed out a copy of my resume. It's updated.
Well, I want you to improve your skills, but I don't want you to go. If this is what's best for you, I will sign the paper and you can hand it tomorrow to HR. They'll take care of it. I just wish you didn't have to go. You worked really hard here. And I'll be sad to let you go.
She handed me the signed paper.
Thank you so much.
I walked to the office and laid my paper on the counter by my purse. I noticed that by her signature was a little note.
This made me smile. But a little sad, too. Oh well, caramel.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Vampyr!
A vampire placed a pretty single stem sunflower outside the balcony door of the glass-built penthouse where the mass was held one gloomy afternoon.
With an evil smirk on her face, she mouthed "You're going to die.". She grabbed a bouquet of pretty purple flowers, walked into the glass balcony door, and to the friend sitting to my right.
"You're going to die, too."
And then she flew away.
My friend and I looked at each other, our hearts pounding almost right out of our chests.
She held my hand tight. "We're not going to die."
With an evil smirk on her face, she mouthed "You're going to die.". She grabbed a bouquet of pretty purple flowers, walked into the glass balcony door, and to the friend sitting to my right.
"You're going to die, too."
And then she flew away.
My friend and I looked at each other, our hearts pounding almost right out of our chests.
She held my hand tight. "We're not going to die."
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Cheesecake Factory
THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY !!!!
Voted as the favorite chain. (Click here for details)
We only have a couple of them down at San Diego. And they're not close. One is at Chula Vista (2015 Birch Rd Ste 705). The other is at Fashion Valley (7067 Friars Rd) .
I remember coming there one night after work - LOL so many people. I went in, and the line to be seated extends until outside. But they have great food, good (so-so) customer service, and awesome cheesecakes.
Anyone wants to go with me? :3
Thursday, July 22, 2010
WatchOver Voodoo!
My very first Watch Over Voodoo!
Drove all the way to Carlsbad for it. I want to collect every single one of them. It's $8.99 each (+tax) so I might think about it. There are over 30 WatchOver Voodoos. And they are all CUTE.
I hung mine on my rear-view mirror with my gold-steel guitar pick. Why not? :3
Sunday, May 30, 2010
What can be more beautiful....
... than a sunset by San Diego Skyline for a post-hard-work surprise? ^_^
I mean, seriously? What? (:
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Missing out.
I've been missing out on most of my posts, only because I spend most of my time outside (since I bought my car). Wasting gas - technically not really. Barnes and Noble is a cool store to keep my brain from exploding. And as far as I'm concerned, it's one of the best places evarrr...
My so called circle of friends is starting to grow, and I have a number of people I can say I hang out with now. After 2 years of pure emotional turmoil, the struggle is starting to pay off.
I've been to random impromptu places - such as Torrey Pines beach, Birch Aquarium, and just about getting lost at few freeways that are new - making wrong turns and illegal U-turns. If I would summarize it, I'd call it adventure.
There are a couple of rough edges to it, some of which I couldn't quite press flat.
Gym Gym Gym. Been going to the gym for a month already. Missing a few days because of work. /flex
I should update this regularly. Blogs keep me sane. I miss you all!♥
My so called circle of friends is starting to grow, and I have a number of people I can say I hang out with now. After 2 years of pure emotional turmoil, the struggle is starting to pay off.
I've been to random impromptu places - such as Torrey Pines beach, Birch Aquarium, and just about getting lost at few freeways that are new - making wrong turns and illegal U-turns. If I would summarize it, I'd call it adventure.
There are a couple of rough edges to it, some of which I couldn't quite press flat.
Gym Gym Gym. Been going to the gym for a month already. Missing a few days because of work. /flex
I should update this regularly. Blogs keep me sane. I miss you all!♥
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Heart.
I bought them pizza last Monday - just because I want to. Sent money to Jamih, and this is what I got in return.
♥
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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