Why do people have to be rude, inconsiderate, and think that they are better than others?
Why is it so difficult for people to share their knowledge with others and help other people out?
Why do people have to be jealous of others and just plain mean?
One thing that REALLY, REALLY ticks me off is when people think that they are better than other people. You know, it is good to have high self-esteem, but there is such a thing as self-esteem that is TOO high. There is absolutely no excuse for yelling at people when someone asks for help, asks a question, or does something incorrectly and another person's life does not depend on it. For example, if I accidentally put a picture frame in the wrong spot, yelling is unacceptable. That is just trying to make it look like you have more power than you do, so you want to look big and bad. You don't have to worry about looking big and bad with your personality - look in the mirror. Your inside shows through to your exterior. Congrats! You have now displayed your insecurities for all to see. Now, if I accidentally give the incorrect patient 3 times the required dose of morphine, please yell at me. That is something important. Get my drift, people?
Today, I was watching Oprah and the show was dedicated to manners. The author of the book "Choosing Civility" stated that we often shift our insecurities onto others in the form of rudeness. When you are feeling the urge to be rude you should ask yourself, "Are you comfortable with who you are and what you have accomplished?" Sometimes it is dissatisfaction with ourselves that makes us judge others unfairly. Make sure that you are not projecting onto others the least attractive traits you perceive in yourself.
Now, onto my next irking. Don't criticize what other people watch or read. Unless the person is making you watch it or read it, mind your business. I am sorry that we can't all be incredibly intellectual and watch the history channel and read all of the Pulitzer Prize winners. It does not make you better than me......TRUST ME!!!! I have my nose in nursing textbooks almost 24/7. If I want to watch Jon and Kate Plus 8 and read US Weekly, keep your comments to yourself. Magazines geared towards women, such as Cosmo, Elle, and Marie Claire are not degrading towards women. If a woman feels the need to emulate everything that is in that magazine and has a skewed vision that they need to purchase every item advertised and every outfit featured, then the problem lies a WHOLE lot deeper than the magazine. That is called an identity crisis. Personally, I find some rap songs and their videos to be degrading, so I just don't listen to them. Take the Superman song for example. Not cute, not funny. Something that I do not want to pollute my brain with. I find that to be a whole lot more degrading than someone giving me her opinion as to what face product she likes.
Cut the rudeness, people! It is bad for your health and just plain ugly. According to Dr. .Forni, author of "Choosing Civility", "The quality of our lives is about treating each other well in every situation. We are all the trustees of one another's happiness and well-being in life." In other words, we are all responsible for each other's happiness to some extent. Dr. Forni also states that being rude has an effect on some of the body's hormones, such as cortisol, that can cause the immune system to be weaker. His example: "If you have a boss that you perceive to be unfair, you're much more likely to have cardiovascular disease." The bottom line? Going through life rude and angry can make you sick.
How rude are you? Find out at: http://www.oprah.com/dated/oprahshow/oprahshow_20080909_rude
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." Albert Einstein
"In today's environment, hoarding knowledge ultimately erodes your power. If you know something very important, the way to get power is by actually sharing it." Joseph Badaracco
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
My Space Photos
I am still sick - my voice is literally on sabbatical so I have really just been trying to relax on the couch. I have been doing work for the awesome event that I am planning called A Wish for Wendy, but I have also been watching some television.
And another thing that has a tendency of getting under my dermis. Why is it that people feel necessary to take a million pictures of themselves (and we can tell you took the photos. We can see your arm!) and post them on their My Space and Facebook pages. It is fine if you take them of yourself and someone else. Sometimes, the only party in the room does not have opposable thumbs or just sits in his underwear and scratches himself. Either way, a photographer might not be available. And if you want to have 1, at max 2 pictures of JUST yourself where there is a direct view of the arm holding the camera is also the one attached to the big face in the photo, fine. But to take a MILLION photos of JUST yourself and your cleavage making faces like you are blowing kisses at your camera or the camera on your cell phone is just absurd! Another one of my favorites is the people who take photos of themselves when driving. Right, because that does not obstruct your view while driving 90 mph on the highway. And then to write captions underneath these self portraits such as "I'm HOTTTTT" or "Just Chillin'" or "Gangsta!" Yes, I often "chill" with a full face of makeup and a neckline down to my navel and you are not "Gangsta". You are whiter than Wonder Bread. You have way too much time on your hands. You need a hobby. Correction. You need a hobby besides taking photos of yourself with your cell phone. It is ok to have a million pictures of yourself and others. Personally, I choose to only have a few. My life is not exciting enough to have a million pictures of myself, but if yours is, kudos to you. Just as long as they are all not taken on the same day, but you keep changing outfits and poses and you are the photographer. And if you are just completely joking around with your friends and do that, that is fine. It is when people do it seriously. That is just silly.
Ok, I have said my piece. I feel better.
And another thing that has a tendency of getting under my dermis. Why is it that people feel necessary to take a million pictures of themselves (and we can tell you took the photos. We can see your arm!) and post them on their My Space and Facebook pages. It is fine if you take them of yourself and someone else. Sometimes, the only party in the room does not have opposable thumbs or just sits in his underwear and scratches himself. Either way, a photographer might not be available. And if you want to have 1, at max 2 pictures of JUST yourself where there is a direct view of the arm holding the camera is also the one attached to the big face in the photo, fine. But to take a MILLION photos of JUST yourself and your cleavage making faces like you are blowing kisses at your camera or the camera on your cell phone is just absurd! Another one of my favorites is the people who take photos of themselves when driving. Right, because that does not obstruct your view while driving 90 mph on the highway. And then to write captions underneath these self portraits such as "I'm HOTTTTT" or "Just Chillin'" or "Gangsta!" Yes, I often "chill" with a full face of makeup and a neckline down to my navel and you are not "Gangsta". You are whiter than Wonder Bread. You have way too much time on your hands. You need a hobby. Correction. You need a hobby besides taking photos of yourself with your cell phone. It is ok to have a million pictures of yourself and others. Personally, I choose to only have a few. My life is not exciting enough to have a million pictures of myself, but if yours is, kudos to you. Just as long as they are all not taken on the same day, but you keep changing outfits and poses and you are the photographer. And if you are just completely joking around with your friends and do that, that is fine. It is when people do it seriously. That is just silly.
Ok, I have said my piece. I feel better.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Mango Gatorade
Ok, so the reason why I am starting this blog is because I don't have much spare time to call friends and family and tell them all of the grueling details of life. Plus, I just need to vent sometimes. Between school and clinicals and work.....Oh, wait, after November 15th, work won't be a problem because I will no longer be employed. I got the final word yesterday about that. It was kind of up in the air so I was not positive, but after a shoulder shrug, a "Sorry", and "I am in a hurry to get out of here", I got the final word. But, actually, there might be some good news. My field director called me this evening and told me that she is going to talk it over with her boss and they might keep me as an employee to travel to other chapters around the country to do some in-office training. She is a cool lady. I like her.
As of last week, I have officially started clinicals in the hospital. Awesome! I love it! I had my first patient - this really nice man who reminded me of my gramps. I got to see a person going through dialysis. That was interesting to watch. I literally stood there in amazement as I watched blood being taken out of someone, run through a machine, and put back into the patient. This is why I love science. I am jealous because my nursing buddy, Noelle, is getting to see lung surgery today. How cool is that? I would LOVE to see lung surgery. Although, my luck, I would have a Kramer moment and drop a Junior Mint in there.
I was really psyched because I have today and tomorrow off from school. I had a whole lot planned for today. I even had a to-do list all written out - and I was going to stick to it. But last nite my car had an "episode". So, instead of sleeping in, I was up at the butt crack of dawn and off to the Pontiac dealership I schlepped. Well, 5 hours and $502.18 later, I was not feeling too spiffy. I felt like my throat was getting sore, my ear was clogged, and my body was definitely feeling a little on the creaky side. I decided to take a decongestant. I really, really dislike water, so I poured myself a glass of mango Gatorade to swallow the pills with. It was on sale and I had never seen mango Gatorade before, so I bought it. I would like my $1 back, please. That stuff is awful! I even offered it to my dog, who will ingest just about anything including snotty tissues. She gagged.
Any who, I am off to make a Rachael Ray 30 minute meal!
As of last week, I have officially started clinicals in the hospital. Awesome! I love it! I had my first patient - this really nice man who reminded me of my gramps. I got to see a person going through dialysis. That was interesting to watch. I literally stood there in amazement as I watched blood being taken out of someone, run through a machine, and put back into the patient. This is why I love science. I am jealous because my nursing buddy, Noelle, is getting to see lung surgery today. How cool is that? I would LOVE to see lung surgery. Although, my luck, I would have a Kramer moment and drop a Junior Mint in there.
I was really psyched because I have today and tomorrow off from school. I had a whole lot planned for today. I even had a to-do list all written out - and I was going to stick to it. But last nite my car had an "episode". So, instead of sleeping in, I was up at the butt crack of dawn and off to the Pontiac dealership I schlepped. Well, 5 hours and $502.18 later, I was not feeling too spiffy. I felt like my throat was getting sore, my ear was clogged, and my body was definitely feeling a little on the creaky side. I decided to take a decongestant. I really, really dislike water, so I poured myself a glass of mango Gatorade to swallow the pills with. It was on sale and I had never seen mango Gatorade before, so I bought it. I would like my $1 back, please. That stuff is awful! I even offered it to my dog, who will ingest just about anything including snotty tissues. She gagged.
Any who, I am off to make a Rachael Ray 30 minute meal!
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