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| Lost in Translation |
| Sunday, August 27, 2006 |
Do you remember when weekends used to hold such significance?
You would drag your sorry behind to a job you hated on Monday mornings (the song Maniac Monday resignates in your subconsious), you sit down at your desk, or start your day, and already your planning the long awaited WEEKEND bliss. it's funny how you work 5 days in order to be able to enjoy 2. So as you plod thru your week, counting down the days, all of a sudden it hits you that today is Wednesday! halfway thru the week! Oh joy of joys! 2 more agonizing days of torturous proportions and your released from the dreary work scheduale of the week. For 2 days you can do what you want. You can relax, party, go somewhere, chill, whatever. The possibilities are endless!
Now to those working shift work, such as me, the days of the week, as well as the date seems to dwindle in significance after awhile. Any hopes of a "proper' scheduale fliea out the window and you just hold on a pray you'll make it until your next set of 4 days off. Does it matter what day of the week it is? Or if it's a week day or a weekend? Not at all. The only pattern is the 4 on or 4 off, day shift, or night shift. However, I work 4 days to enjoy 4 off. That's the beauty of it.
In other thoughts. Ponder this one...
We so often make demands on the mercy of others, thinking we are entitled to it. Is this an attitude that we display with God? How are we in any position to make any kind of demand on the mercy and grace that God gives?
Song of the Day: God Help the Outcast - Hunchback of Notre Dame, Esmerelda
(also sung by Bette Midler) |
posted by Tennille @ 3:06 AM   |
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| I'm Not Crazy, neither are the voices in my head! |
| Saturday, August 26, 2006 |
The beauty of working where I do is that it really puts your own life in perspective. You think your crazy? Talk to the woman standing in the middle of the yard waiting for the spaceship to come and beam her up. I mean, seriously. With their imaginations, some of these women should be writing scripts for Hollywood. It's great! I'm never without a sufficient supply of entertainment.
So I come into work my first day back, and talking to my boss, I find out that we have one woman staying with us that may turn very violent at the drop of a hat, and we need to be on guard. FABULOUS! Exactly what I want to hear. Not only that, but I find out the reason for the violence is because she is paranoid skitsophrenic, and obeys the voices in her head, also, she has been out for a couple nights, and hasn't been taking her meds which would prevent the violent outbursts! Wow! And I haven't got by Non-violent Crisis Intervention training yet! But of course, like most people with a severe mental illness, she doesn't believe she has a problem. So, extra precautions are taken, never be in a room alone with her, never close the door if you are, when taking meds, make sure she shows you that there is nothing left in her mouth and actually swallows them in your presence...You know, that old chesnut. Now I'm on night shift, that's even better! I love my job, really....
Some of my favorite sayings/stories coming out of my workplace
"There ain't nothing wrong with me that a bullet wouldn't cure!"
"The Americans learning biological warfare, and spraying everything that comes from America into Canada with a toxin that puts everyone in the hospital and will eat away at your skin, and then they'll be able to take over Canada. The doctors haven't been able to find the toxin yet though, it's undetectable"
"Excuse me, I have to go out and wait for the aliens to come and get me and take me away in their spaceship. It's a full moon and they always come on a full moon. I have to go now b/c he's trying to take over the ship."
"I've been staying on the beach. There is a black panther that follows me around and protects me. He eats all the other bad cats that try to attack me."
Staff: "Is he with you right now?"
"Yes, of course, can't you see him? Oh well, I guess not, he can go invisible sometimes"
WOW, I love my job.
Song of the day: I'll Cover You - Rent, the musical. Written by Jonathan Larson |
| posted by Tennille @ 12:48 AM |
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| Broken Angel |
| Wednesday, August 16, 2006 |
It's funny how easily we give up on something that once gave us some release simply b/c we become too involved in the everyday mundane tasks that fill up our days. For me, this would be writing. I used to write a lot, it was my escape, my way of venting, and releasing thoughts that I didn't feel comfortable sharing with anyone. Well, now, I have written my first piece of....whatever it is you want to call it....in about 3 years, so here it is, take it for however your percieve it. Broken Angel
08/16/06
Struggling for release, for some kind of sense
To comprehend the rationale.
How could you ?
Your world changes with the verdict of a jury,
In a trial that is not your own
Broken Angel,
Are you condemned to your own?
To this continuum of torturous degrees of your own design,
Each one more horrific in its reality.
Yet you persist.
Where is your release? Your redemption?
Will you allow yourself a taste of it?
One drop on your lips,
To sample once again the sweetness of a once peaceful existence?
Oh Broken Angel.
You watch us all with veiled eyes,
Inside screaming for that love you once had,
Begging for the chance to end the nightmare that torments your soul.
Your reality. The very one you’ve shackled yourself to.
Broken Angel
The monster is your keeper,
He paces ravenously,
Awaiting to feast upon the slightest spark of hope.
Broken Angel,
It’s naught but the illusion of a love,
So tainted with selfish ambition and vain conceit.
Do you see the key around your neck?
Do you remember it’s there?
The monster’s illusion slowly lifts,
As you recognize its frailty.
Free yourself; you’re the only one who can
Broken Angel
-Tennille Hossie Song of the day: Alabaster Box - Cece Winans
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| posted by Tennille @ 2:48 AM |
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| Serenity....True or False? |
| Wednesday, August 09, 2006 |
 It funny how a picture can say different things to different people. Like this picture to me says total serenity, and peace. Somewhere I would go in my mind for a little "virtual escape" if you will (I've visited here many a time in the past couple days!). However, to one of my coworkers, it's a place of turmoil, and alienation. I don't know, I just found that interesting. I've always been fascinated by dreams. Not necessarily what they mean, because, let's face it, we can blame a bad dream on the demonic forces, or 'fess up to the couple pieces of cheese and pepperoni pizza we happened in indulge in before going to bed that night. For me personally, I haven't really been able to remember my dreams as of late, and it's kinda weird b/c they were always so vivid until about 2 years ago. Of course they were mostly horrible dreams that I wished I could've forgotten, but nonetheless, I remembered them. Like dreaming that your mother-in-law turned in to a schitzophrenic drug addict who obeyed the voices in her head telling her to kill you? Yeah, mentally mixing work, and family lives just isn't a good idea for me. Don't worry, I have a wonderful mother-in-law, she would never do anything like that, and no, she is not schitzophrenic. There have been great ones though, such as Tom and I going on a nice long vacation with Johnny Depp, and his significant other Paradis, you know, dreams you don't want to wake up from? One reaccuring dream is where I'm a pilot and I'm flying this huge plane (however it's empty) and the engines blow out or something, and I end up crashing into our church (I know, I know, but come on, it's not like I can control what happens in my subconsious), I've tried to analyze it, but my efforts have, for the most part, been in vain. But don't worry, I won't go all terroristic on anyone and high jack a plane and crash it into the church or anything, so no one panic. So anyway, open up your dreams files, and share what's in all your twisted psyches. Let's get it all out in the open, if nothing else but for the shere entertainment of it. :o) (What's with the blue font? Blue symbolizes the "dream world" to me, kinda, I don't know, whatever.) Song of the day: Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday |
| posted by Tennille @ 11:34 PM |
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