I refuse to be too old and dumb to know how to use twitter, but at the same time, I don't know how to use twitter.
Why are there # signs? What exactly am I supposed to be tweeting? Is it just like fb status updates? Then some people, like the kardashians, for example, tweeting pictures all the time. Am I supposed to do that?
And is asking all these questions indicative that I'm too old and dumb to use twitter?
What is with all of the shorthand? Will younger generations know how to spell?
I don't know, I need a glass of wine.
OK, got one.
I used to love fb, but my status updates seemed to indicate that I hate my job... whereas now I just post on my blog where I think (/hope) it puts everything into a more comprehensive context, because I love my jobs. This is just so. much. internet. Is it too much?
I think the twitter thing might be better if I had an iphone, because it seems like something you do on the go, am I wrong?
Alrighty then. Joey and I are watching the Cowboys vs Redskins. I should probably try to follow it so that I have something to talk to my patients about. Except they'll want to talk about the Patriots. Dang it.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Just a thank-you
I wanted to write a September 11th post but I couldn't do it. I don't know why... maybe because I don't think I can put into words how much I appreciate the police officers and fire fighters who sacrificed their lives, running into those buildings to save people when they knew they might not come out. I can't imagine that kind of courage. Let alone the soldiers that are overseas right now fighting for a cause they believe in.
I'll spare you what I was doing on Sept. 11, 2001... but I will say that it was the beginning of one of the lowest points in my life. At the same time, I don't think that I really deserve to have that as a low point, compared to so many families who were affected by the loss of loved ones in the planes, towers, or as first responders. Everything seemed to be coming undone and it was as if the world was off of its axis. It was awful.
I think it makes us feel a unique one-ness as Americans, experiencing that kind of tragedy... knowing that those firefighters and police officers didn't know those people in the towers, but ran in to help them because of their sense of duty, just like it could have been me up there, and the firemen or cops around the street the same ones who rushed in to the WTC that day. Of course, these men risk their lives all the time for people like me... but I guess what I'm trying to say is how much I appreciate it. So I would like to throw that out there into the universe. I have infinite amounts of respect for people that will do their best to keep me and my loved ones safe, thank-you.
I'll spare you what I was doing on Sept. 11, 2001... but I will say that it was the beginning of one of the lowest points in my life. At the same time, I don't think that I really deserve to have that as a low point, compared to so many families who were affected by the loss of loved ones in the planes, towers, or as first responders. Everything seemed to be coming undone and it was as if the world was off of its axis. It was awful.
I think it makes us feel a unique one-ness as Americans, experiencing that kind of tragedy... knowing that those firefighters and police officers didn't know those people in the towers, but ran in to help them because of their sense of duty, just like it could have been me up there, and the firemen or cops around the street the same ones who rushed in to the WTC that day. Of course, these men risk their lives all the time for people like me... but I guess what I'm trying to say is how much I appreciate it. So I would like to throw that out there into the universe. I have infinite amounts of respect for people that will do their best to keep me and my loved ones safe, thank-you.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Thankful Thursday
Old picture, but oh well, that was a fun day.
Today I'm thankful for:
1. Joey
2. Selling our car
3. That my parents answer the phone each of the five times I excitedly call them each night, like for example, when I think Joey is downstairs selling our car
4. Underground garage parking
5. My grandma for knowing the answers to our legal questions as we called her immediately after selling our car to make sure we didn't do anything illegal, even though it was probably too late anyway (we're all clear)
6. Fall is here and I can wear my boots! (and you are correct if you noticed this was a separate post until I just realized I could consolidate..)
I really love these boots, and when I got them last year it was already January... which means wet and rainy and will ruin your boots. I can't wait to wear them all over the place. YES! (fist pump.)
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Just another day at the office
So as you may remember, I work in two offices... one of which has tried my already tried and tired patience until just about the last drop has been squeezed out of my impatient little head. Now most of the time I walk around angry and frustrated while I'm at work.
Today for example, I came to work a little early so that I could catch up on paperwork. No need to do that it seems, as the parking lot is still gated and locked shut. I wait for 15 minutes for the custodian to open it up. No problem really, I sort of expected this. Not mad yet.
I come in, its 15 minutes before the start of the first appointment. We have no one at the front desk to check in the patients. She doesn't come until almost 10 minutes into the first appointment time. My first patient is checked in at 9:10 am, for a 30 minute appointment. This means 1/3 of the appointment time was hypothetically spent in the receptionist's car as she makes her way to work. This is not unusual, but I do find this frustrating. And so it begins. My patient does not speak English, which again, is typical, and does not make me angry. I do have to go looking around the office for my assistant who is sitting in the lab, fanning herself, and the frustration increases just a titch. When I tell her we have a patient, she snaps, "I'm feeling faint so you're just going to have to give me a second with the fan." A second assistant hurriedly plugs in the fan. I offer to get her water. She says she wants her own water from the fridge. I bring it, she tells me its the wrong one, but she'll drink it anyway. And so here we have it. I haven't even started the day and I'm already ready to walk out the door.
I find another assistant to translate for me, and finish the appointment by myself.
Why not insist she come in and help, and by help I mean, do her job? Well my friends, because believe it or not, it isn't worth it. This particular assistant loves a good fight, and its only 9:30 in the morning by this point. I leave the room for her to clean, and she comes in and explains that she has anxiety related to childcare. Oh yeah, that makes sense. I guess if ever we get anxious about something we should anticipate a complete inability to perform our jobs. Good thing no one else has any problems, this place would have to totally shut down.
I know I need to be patient, but I don't need to be a doormat. I'm getting tired of trying to lead by example, and I'm not their boss so I can't really do anything about their behavior. Nevermind the million other reasons this is really annoying, like being in school for 100 years and how I might as well get paid in pennies to be at this clinic.
So... why do I work here? It used to be that I really loved the community and I felt like I was doing something of value. Well, I've since learned that the services ain't any less valuable at my other office because hard-working people pay for them. And now... I don't know. I still like the community, but I'm burning out. One of my coworkers here is the best, and our director is so amazing. Plus he gave me a job right out of my residency when no one else wanted to hire me. The rest of the dentists were trained elsewhere and its difficult for me to communicate with them and be on the same page regarding patient care... and the day to day seems to be getting harder and harder. Guess we'll have to see if it gets better in the next few months. I hope so.
Today for example, I came to work a little early so that I could catch up on paperwork. No need to do that it seems, as the parking lot is still gated and locked shut. I wait for 15 minutes for the custodian to open it up. No problem really, I sort of expected this. Not mad yet.
I come in, its 15 minutes before the start of the first appointment. We have no one at the front desk to check in the patients. She doesn't come until almost 10 minutes into the first appointment time. My first patient is checked in at 9:10 am, for a 30 minute appointment. This means 1/3 of the appointment time was hypothetically spent in the receptionist's car as she makes her way to work. This is not unusual, but I do find this frustrating. And so it begins. My patient does not speak English, which again, is typical, and does not make me angry. I do have to go looking around the office for my assistant who is sitting in the lab, fanning herself, and the frustration increases just a titch. When I tell her we have a patient, she snaps, "I'm feeling faint so you're just going to have to give me a second with the fan." A second assistant hurriedly plugs in the fan. I offer to get her water. She says she wants her own water from the fridge. I bring it, she tells me its the wrong one, but she'll drink it anyway. And so here we have it. I haven't even started the day and I'm already ready to walk out the door.
I find another assistant to translate for me, and finish the appointment by myself.
Why not insist she come in and help, and by help I mean, do her job? Well my friends, because believe it or not, it isn't worth it. This particular assistant loves a good fight, and its only 9:30 in the morning by this point. I leave the room for her to clean, and she comes in and explains that she has anxiety related to childcare. Oh yeah, that makes sense. I guess if ever we get anxious about something we should anticipate a complete inability to perform our jobs. Good thing no one else has any problems, this place would have to totally shut down.
I know I need to be patient, but I don't need to be a doormat. I'm getting tired of trying to lead by example, and I'm not their boss so I can't really do anything about their behavior. Nevermind the million other reasons this is really annoying, like being in school for 100 years and how I might as well get paid in pennies to be at this clinic.
So... why do I work here? It used to be that I really loved the community and I felt like I was doing something of value. Well, I've since learned that the services ain't any less valuable at my other office because hard-working people pay for them. And now... I don't know. I still like the community, but I'm burning out. One of my coworkers here is the best, and our director is so amazing. Plus he gave me a job right out of my residency when no one else wanted to hire me. The rest of the dentists were trained elsewhere and its difficult for me to communicate with them and be on the same page regarding patient care... and the day to day seems to be getting harder and harder. Guess we'll have to see if it gets better in the next few months. I hope so.
Watch Out Wednesday
Leon's favorite game is a combination of being chased all over the apartment, then running behind this chair and leaping at you when you slowing look over the side. He won't jump until he sees your eyes... which is hard to appreciate with the camera. He's so cute.
Happy Wednesday!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
And Sold!
To the man from New Hampshire with a flat bed trailer!
That's right... my husband successfully sold our car in just under 24h. I mean, who could say no to this face?
That's right... my husband successfully sold our car in just under 24h. I mean, who could say no to this face?
Oh navy blue Audi, I will miss you. As a hand-me-up from my very glamorous cousin Sarah, I was so excited to hear that you would be our car in Boston. I think I squealed at the prospect of driving such a fancy car. An AUDI! That's German engineering!
We had our ups and downs, as you're a manual transmission, (or should I say jolts and stalls, ha!) and it took me a long, long time to commit to driving you. I'll never forget when I had to go to a job interview in Worcester all by myself, and drive alone for the first time... then on the way back I missed the exit for the Mass Pike and thought taking Rte 9 back to Boston would be the same. Super not the same. We stalled at every single red light on the way back to Boston... I would approach every intersection and chant "stay green, stay green, stay green." and try not to tear up as the light changed... everyone honked at me, there was some yelling (and I may or may not have stuck my middle through the sunroof a few times, sorry Grandma,) but after that, I had it. And now our new car is a manual transmission... I'm a changed woman!
I will miss you little car. Enjoy your new home.
And now, the Audi through photo memories:
Our first winter in Boston 2008.
Scrub a Dubbing Spring 2010...
doing the interior ourselves.
Marblehead Staycation Spring 2010.
OK maybe we don't have that many pictures of fun memories with the car... but I'll remember them anyway. Goodnight little car, and good-bye.
Laborde Day Weekend
We decided that from now on, Labor Day Weekend shall be known as Laborde Day Weekend, at least at our house.
Anywho... supposedly we were supposed to be hit by Hurricane Earl... so Joey and I did what any conscientious people would do when deciding whether or not to go out to a bar to meet friends, and that is predict the hurricane's pattern based upon the swirl pattern on our cat. This is easy. First you just get the cat:
What's that? Oh, of course it was accurate.
So then I got to see my friends Caitlin and Brianna for a drink...
And hang out with my own Joey. Sometimes we end up talking to each other a lot because we're shy, and think that other people feel like they have to talk to us. Well, maybe that's mostly me. I'm lucky I have a built-in friend in my life.
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Then for the rest of the weekend we relaxed...
And got our old car ready to sell/Joey did all of the research and important parts. But it was MY suggestion to take pictures in front of the park so that it would look maximally classy. See, I contribute. Anyone want to buy a car?
It was a great weekend... I guess I'm ready to go back to work now. No Tuesday's Teeth today on account of the holiday. I hope everyone else had a great weekend too.
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