Showing posts with label new job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new job. Show all posts

07 July 2014

before and after the new job!

Summer is here 

 
I got the up lights
After - what - only 8 months!?!

 +  
Poppy Art - after again - only 8 months of saying 
I was "fixing to" get to that...

Organizing the closets and minutia

Met with a Nurse Friend at Starbucks
And this Handsome Guy wanted in -

Plants in Real Life -
My fave flower - Moss Rose

Before and After -
This is great SF BBQ Sauce (link)
On a Bacon/Sirloin Burger...

With Raspberry Teas and Peach Tea,
Since I am running out of things to give up drinking!

Got some little solar lights for the patio


Even a few fake green plants here and there

Trying to make it a more livable life - 
And not just work and pass out on the cough
You know- that old chestnut!

The little solar lights were just perfect!

So far, so good!
At least for today!
A smile!

02 July 2014

what a week!


Yay Fourth of July!

Meat is On Sale!


Bacon is the Flavor of the Day!


Finally re-organized my apartment
With help - thanks, Sherri

Cheese, cheese and Baked Cheese


 Yum Burger? 


At BurgerFi


 DownTown Garland 


BlueGrass on the Square

Rynaud's Phenomenon
This is the 2nd or 3rd time in as many years
That my finger turned (dead) and white


Painting and big projects always go better with help!




 Sherri made this -

And this -


She is almost a graduate of the Anne 
Low Carb School of Cooking and Stuff

Can't take me anywhere!

 Kept saying "Go Faster"
And I was like "Nope"

Easter and Now
about a pound every other day is gone from me!


The end!

I also quit my job.
The mom I worked for was like 
"WHO (screaming) in the FUCK do you Nurses think you are?"
(When I asked off for the reunion)
And sarcastic things like "Don't you understand anything?"
And on and on this went for 4 hours!
Then started up again.

I just thought that is not a good place for me to be in.
She also said I have an eating disorder.
Because I am on a "diet" and don't eat carbs!

I drove right to the office and told them what happened.
I told them I could not go back into that environment. 
Not for any amount of money.
8 months of that!

Between that and the Group Home,
I was starting to answer to the term "Fucking Bitch."
And that is not good!