I'm lovin' it

Well, now that I've actually been able to work in the position for which I was hired for a few days, I'm really enjoying myself. Years ago, I was loving my job. I'm feeling it again and am very glad I moved into this position. I'm still trying to get a handle on everything I need to be doing and trying to figure out the best routine to do it in, but, so far, I'm having a blast. The day flies by (remember that I was used to working 16 hour shifts that were much, much quieter in comparison, so 8 busy hours goes by in a blink for me). People actually listen to what I have to say and appreciate it. I think that was the most frustrating thing about my previous position...not having the bigwigs get that they should take what I say seriously because I'm good at what I do. Dammit.

I know I'm still in a honeymoon period, but, unless I start getting stabbed in the back again, I think I made the right move.

Coming home and having Kevin smile at me and give me kisses and hugs is awesome. I do have to admit that there have been days I've come home after he hasn't had a nap, but is about ready to fall asleep on the couch and he is cranky. Those are the days that I have to give him a little time to wake back up because YO! MOMMY IS HOME! Once he does, though, the kisses and hugs and "Up?"s are endless.

All in all, I'm a pretty happy person these days...

The switcharoo

Sigh.

Well, the drama at work continues and I am stuck right smack in the middle of it all. Apparently the DON thinks I'm tough enough to handle it since I have a, and I quote, "strong personality". After being told I will have 2 floors, with one of them being the one they demoted the LPN from (who, BTW, quit), this weekend I found out that, hell no, I am now on the floor of another Unit Manager that wasn't even in this mix. She was moved to the 2 floors that I was told I'd be on. So now they've probably pissed her off and, once again, I look like the bad guy. "Coincidentally" *cough* today, on my first day in the new position, the floor nurse called off. I had to take the floor. I'm starting to think that it may have been his way of saying he isn't welcoming me. I'm off tomorrow. Can't wait for Wednesday. *rolling eyes*

I HAD to do it

About 2 weeks ago, like every other time in the past, I went to cut Kevin's hair. For some reason he went absolutely ape shit. Weeping and wailing, arms flying, head whipping. It was brutal. I was like, "WTF?!". I don't know why this is suddenly freaking him out, but DAMN. Anyway, I had already made some cuts and could not stop at that point. I was using scissors and was worried about hurting him, so I snipped fast and got out quick. In hindsight, it turned out so bad because of his flailing about that it really wouldn't have made that much of a difference in the outcome if I had stopped earlier. It turned out that bad. I let some time go by and cringed at how bad it was every time I had to take him out in public...which is often since he goes everywhere with me.

Today I took a clipper to it. At least I didn't have to worry about poking his damn eye out. He threw a fit again, but I really didn't care at this point. I love how short his hair is now....the top has that fuzzy feeling, but I don't like the way the front looks. His hairline grows around his face...KWIM? Because of this, the front looks all rounded and like a bowl cut. Not sure what to do about this....thinking of putting mousse or gel in it and trying it spiked up...

He's saying "cheese"....