Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tah-Dah!
I made it back from training ALIVE! Barely. I won't go into boring detail but last week was the longest week EVER. The only saving grace is that while they were cramming my brain full of disease state minutiae, I imagined new synapses branching out and growing like vines. They say learning new things and challenging your brain keeps you mentally younger...and smarter! So....yippee for my brain! (Sorry, it just needs all the support it can get right now.)
The kids missed me & I missed them. It was nice to be home.
Now the REAL challenge begins. I have to go out and meet and make nice to 100 new doctors and their staff. Ick. OH! And convince them that one of my drugs PROBABLY won't kill their patients (but please sign this scary written consent form anyway thankyouverymuch). Awesome.
The happiest thing for me right now is COMPLETELY MATERIAL. God, I'm shallow. I'm writing from my new PRIVATELY OWNED laptop. The corporate IT spies can suck it. I have no idea why I waited so long. I got a Dell that weighs 5 lbs., has loads of memory, integrated wireless, plays movies, and has an upgraded battery, sent to my doorstep for $650 total. Yippee!
That's about it for now. I'm just hangin' out to see if my company is going to come through with the raise they led me to believe I would be getting. But now, maybe notsomuch. Big surprise.
I made it back from training ALIVE! Barely. I won't go into boring detail but last week was the longest week EVER. The only saving grace is that while they were cramming my brain full of disease state minutiae, I imagined new synapses branching out and growing like vines. They say learning new things and challenging your brain keeps you mentally younger...and smarter! So....yippee for my brain! (Sorry, it just needs all the support it can get right now.)
The kids missed me & I missed them. It was nice to be home.
Now the REAL challenge begins. I have to go out and meet and make nice to 100 new doctors and their staff. Ick. OH! And convince them that one of my drugs PROBABLY won't kill their patients (but please sign this scary written consent form anyway thankyouverymuch). Awesome.
The happiest thing for me right now is COMPLETELY MATERIAL. God, I'm shallow. I'm writing from my new PRIVATELY OWNED laptop. The corporate IT spies can suck it. I have no idea why I waited so long. I got a Dell that weighs 5 lbs., has loads of memory, integrated wireless, plays movies, and has an upgraded battery, sent to my doorstep for $650 total. Yippee!
That's about it for now. I'm just hangin' out to see if my company is going to come through with the raise they led me to believe I would be getting. But now, maybe notsomuch. Big surprise.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Change is BAD
Yes, it's true folks. I fear change. Loathe it, even. Change that I do not initiate pisses me off. We'll call it a character flaw, mkay? Not loving my new gig so far, but in an effort not to become Dooced, I shall refrain from going into any more detail via this forum. Let's just say that this is a very transitional time for me, career-wise and it ain't over. Sigh.
I have a neighbor in my cul-de-sac that calls our area Wisteria Lane. There is so much random crap that goes down around here. Idiot Mom got some type of actual confirmation last week that Absent Dad was actually cheating on her. Man, did I get an earful last night! He managed to convince her that it was only two times, last summer. Hell, I'VE known about it for two freakin' years! What a POS! THEN it comes out, right there on my neighbor's front porch that my OTHER neighbor once had an affair and he and his wife had "worked through it". Argh! So then any advice/comment (i.e.-you and the kids deserve better...how could you ever believe anything he ever says from this point forward, etc.) that I made to Idiot was in essence, bashing the "working thru it" neighbors sitting there. Can't please everyone, right? There I go again.
Remember the story about my husband's co-worker's inappropriate comment to me? It just keeps getting better. It turns out that my husband DID make co-worker aware that he knew about it and co-worker laughed it off saying he was just joking around. The other day co-worker E-MAILED me to complain about my husbands overexuberance regarding car shopping. We're looking to upgrade. I thought it was a bit odd, but replied something to the effect that co-worker spent more time with him than I did, so it was really HIS problem. Creepy co-worker responded back to that with some flip comment, which I chose to ignore. Husband sees co-worker e-mail and was NOT HAPPY. He tells co-worker in the nicest way possible, that although he knows there is nothing going on, he feels it is inappropriate for this guy to be e-mailing me. Co-worker decides to play the wounded victim and announces his intentions to let their supervisor know that he no longer wishes to work in such a close capacity to my husband. "I'm not going to wait around to be accused for a THIRD time of hitting on your wife!" he says huffily. Of course, my husband was non-confrontational from the get-go, but naturally pointed out to Creepy what a big 'ol can of worms he would be opening if he said anything to ANYONE. Duh. We'll see how it plays out.
So there's my drama. When will I get a "normal" week back again? OK...back to studying. Wish me luck.
Yes, it's true folks. I fear change. Loathe it, even. Change that I do not initiate pisses me off. We'll call it a character flaw, mkay? Not loving my new gig so far, but in an effort not to become Dooced, I shall refrain from going into any more detail via this forum. Let's just say that this is a very transitional time for me, career-wise and it ain't over. Sigh.
I have a neighbor in my cul-de-sac that calls our area Wisteria Lane. There is so much random crap that goes down around here. Idiot Mom got some type of actual confirmation last week that Absent Dad was actually cheating on her. Man, did I get an earful last night! He managed to convince her that it was only two times, last summer. Hell, I'VE known about it for two freakin' years! What a POS! THEN it comes out, right there on my neighbor's front porch that my OTHER neighbor once had an affair and he and his wife had "worked through it". Argh! So then any advice/comment (i.e.-you and the kids deserve better...how could you ever believe anything he ever says from this point forward, etc.) that I made to Idiot was in essence, bashing the "working thru it" neighbors sitting there. Can't please everyone, right? There I go again.
Remember the story about my husband's co-worker's inappropriate comment to me? It just keeps getting better. It turns out that my husband DID make co-worker aware that he knew about it and co-worker laughed it off saying he was just joking around. The other day co-worker E-MAILED me to complain about my husbands overexuberance regarding car shopping. We're looking to upgrade. I thought it was a bit odd, but replied something to the effect that co-worker spent more time with him than I did, so it was really HIS problem. Creepy co-worker responded back to that with some flip comment, which I chose to ignore. Husband sees co-worker e-mail and was NOT HAPPY. He tells co-worker in the nicest way possible, that although he knows there is nothing going on, he feels it is inappropriate for this guy to be e-mailing me. Co-worker decides to play the wounded victim and announces his intentions to let their supervisor know that he no longer wishes to work in such a close capacity to my husband. "I'm not going to wait around to be accused for a THIRD time of hitting on your wife!" he says huffily. Of course, my husband was non-confrontational from the get-go, but naturally pointed out to Creepy what a big 'ol can of worms he would be opening if he said anything to ANYONE. Duh. We'll see how it plays out.
So there's my drama. When will I get a "normal" week back again? OK...back to studying. Wish me luck.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Furry Critters
Oh yeah. Sorry. The hamster. And more. So Wolf Child goes into our unoccupied neighbor's house during the day, goes up into the kid's room, takes apart the hamster cage and presumably squeezes their pet hamster to death. The mom ALSO goes into the neighbor's house, just on mere suspicion that the kid might be in there and finds him upstairs. OH WAIT! This is AFTER she has been searching for him for over 30 minutes. That means he was probably out of her sight for an hour and a half. I'm not kidding. Why WOULDN'T you let your 3 year old run the neighborhood completely unsupervised?
My husband caught wind of the story and told me, but then Idiot Mom comes down that evening and asked me if I heard what happened. She says (and I quote) "What kind of kid DOES that anyway?!?" I literally almost had to forcibly slap my own hand over my mouth. Since she did ask and all, I informed her that that sort of thing is a precursor for Serial Killer behavior and if I were her I would have him evaluated by a psychologist as soon as possible. Naturally, she hemmed and hawed around at that. "How do you even FIND someone like that?" Um, I dunno...CALL your damn insurance company, I guess!
The next day I was in one of my medical buildings and saw a flyer for a family/child psychologist that accepts most major insurance plans. Well, she DID ask. So the next day I gave it to her and said "If I were you, I would call and get an appointment RIGHT AWAY". Two weeks later, knowing FULL WELL she didn't call anyone, I said "So, what did the psychologist say?" Yeah...well, Mr. Idiot (or Cheatie McCheaterson as we like to call him) apparently let the family's insurance lapse. Yeah...four kids. Geeez. She wouldn't have called either way, though. She sucks that much.
That family used to be a mild source of amusement and gossip. It's SO far past that now. I wish they would go away.
Speaking of furry critters, I was SO mad this morning. On our way to a rural lake cabin this weekend, we passed a pasture with a lone, emaciated horse. I walked with the kids daily so we brought the gentle horse apples and carrots. It gratefully accepted the offerings. This poor horse was painfully thin and had scars on it sides that could scarcely mean anything besides abuse. Today when my daughter and I made our final journey down the way with treats in hand we approached the horse only so see bloody wounds on at least two of it's legs that were NOT there the day before. I can't tell you how pissed I was. As soon as I got back to the cabin, I jotted down the number for the local Humane Society and I shall be giving them an earful tomorrow. I can only hope that the little rural country-folk communities don't shrug these things off (which I'll hopefully find out during my follow-up calls). I'll keep you posted. I'd like to find the owner so I could see how much HE likes it.
Oh yeah. Sorry. The hamster. And more. So Wolf Child goes into our unoccupied neighbor's house during the day, goes up into the kid's room, takes apart the hamster cage and presumably squeezes their pet hamster to death. The mom ALSO goes into the neighbor's house, just on mere suspicion that the kid might be in there and finds him upstairs. OH WAIT! This is AFTER she has been searching for him for over 30 minutes. That means he was probably out of her sight for an hour and a half. I'm not kidding. Why WOULDN'T you let your 3 year old run the neighborhood completely unsupervised?
My husband caught wind of the story and told me, but then Idiot Mom comes down that evening and asked me if I heard what happened. She says (and I quote) "What kind of kid DOES that anyway?!?" I literally almost had to forcibly slap my own hand over my mouth. Since she did ask and all, I informed her that that sort of thing is a precursor for Serial Killer behavior and if I were her I would have him evaluated by a psychologist as soon as possible. Naturally, she hemmed and hawed around at that. "How do you even FIND someone like that?" Um, I dunno...CALL your damn insurance company, I guess!
The next day I was in one of my medical buildings and saw a flyer for a family/child psychologist that accepts most major insurance plans. Well, she DID ask. So the next day I gave it to her and said "If I were you, I would call and get an appointment RIGHT AWAY". Two weeks later, knowing FULL WELL she didn't call anyone, I said "So, what did the psychologist say?" Yeah...well, Mr. Idiot (or Cheatie McCheaterson as we like to call him) apparently let the family's insurance lapse. Yeah...four kids. Geeez. She wouldn't have called either way, though. She sucks that much.
That family used to be a mild source of amusement and gossip. It's SO far past that now. I wish they would go away.
Speaking of furry critters, I was SO mad this morning. On our way to a rural lake cabin this weekend, we passed a pasture with a lone, emaciated horse. I walked with the kids daily so we brought the gentle horse apples and carrots. It gratefully accepted the offerings. This poor horse was painfully thin and had scars on it sides that could scarcely mean anything besides abuse. Today when my daughter and I made our final journey down the way with treats in hand we approached the horse only so see bloody wounds on at least two of it's legs that were NOT there the day before. I can't tell you how pissed I was. As soon as I got back to the cabin, I jotted down the number for the local Humane Society and I shall be giving them an earful tomorrow. I can only hope that the little rural country-folk communities don't shrug these things off (which I'll hopefully find out during my follow-up calls). I'll keep you posted. I'd like to find the owner so I could see how much HE likes it.
This is your brain on learning
The visual here is a fried egg. Duh. I am learning about disease states that are SO complicated that I think my head is going to explode. I miiiight have an actual mental breakdown before that happens. Exhibit A. Two & a half hour nap yesterday while on vacay with the family at the lake. That just never happens. Exhibit B. Slept for eleven and a half hours last night. My internal clock ALWAYS gets me up. Hmmm. Exhibit C. I went from normal to meca-bitch in about 30 seconds earlier today (after reading data that made my neurons stop firing altogether. They just oozed into a pile of goo.)
Y'know, I think I've jumped too far ahead here. The quick background is that my company decided to put the 9 people they "promoted" into our other division on an "accelerated" training program. Rather than 8 weeks of training that a new hire would go through, my company wants us to do our "home study", which includes learning the minutiae of two complex disease states and ALL the drugs used to treat them, but MOSTLY the drugs WE are selling, into ONE week. We don't just read the data, mind you. Oh no! We read XY&Z each day and are then TESTED DAILY on it, with MORE tests online next week! THEN! One week in the home office to PROVE you were paying attention! Holy crap. This is the hardest, most complicated stuff I've ever tried to digest. I'm up for the challenge, mind you, but it just may kill me. So I've been....busy. Help.
The visual here is a fried egg. Duh. I am learning about disease states that are SO complicated that I think my head is going to explode. I miiiight have an actual mental breakdown before that happens. Exhibit A. Two & a half hour nap yesterday while on vacay with the family at the lake. That just never happens. Exhibit B. Slept for eleven and a half hours last night. My internal clock ALWAYS gets me up. Hmmm. Exhibit C. I went from normal to meca-bitch in about 30 seconds earlier today (after reading data that made my neurons stop firing altogether. They just oozed into a pile of goo.)
Y'know, I think I've jumped too far ahead here. The quick background is that my company decided to put the 9 people they "promoted" into our other division on an "accelerated" training program. Rather than 8 weeks of training that a new hire would go through, my company wants us to do our "home study", which includes learning the minutiae of two complex disease states and ALL the drugs used to treat them, but MOSTLY the drugs WE are selling, into ONE week. We don't just read the data, mind you. Oh no! We read XY&Z each day and are then TESTED DAILY on it, with MORE tests online next week! THEN! One week in the home office to PROVE you were paying attention! Holy crap. This is the hardest, most complicated stuff I've ever tried to digest. I'm up for the challenge, mind you, but it just may kill me. So I've been....busy. Help.
