Oy! The pressure of the world in times such as these. The economy is in the toilet (it appears to be getting worse), people are losing their jobs … it’s just depressing. I know that, where I work, they have laid off managers and nurses (yes, nurses. I never thought I would see the day.) Our (the CNAs) hours have been shortened by two hours a pay period, which results in having a few gaps where there are NO AIDES on a given assignment for about an hour. Sure, we have people working, other aides and nurses, but COME ON!!!! I understand why they are doing this, but it doesn’t mean that I have to be happy with it. Everyone at work is encouraged to fill out the Employee Satisfaction Survey. I’m passing on that; please explain to me how a survey that is supposed to be confidential requires you to enter either you employee number or your SSN? No thank you.
John and I have been more stressed out as a result. My job stress plus his job stress … last Sunday is the first time we ever came close to really fighting about money. I say close, because I refuse to fight about money.
I just keep telling myself … FIVE DAYS and I’ll be in New York. I get to see Tina, Steve, and a few other people that I’ve missed more than words can say. And then … W.O.O.L! A knitting retreat at Wiawaka, on Lake George.
Oy … come on vacation!