Storytime =]
Story #11
At orientation for UNM the other day:
I had already finished taking all necessary tests, and turning everything in, seeing my advisor and everything that they were going to make us do as a group like five year olds in orientation—soooo i wanted to leave early bc i ddid not need a repeat of the information. So I stayed for like an hour through all the guest speakers and then was directed to the “coordinator of orientations” when I presented that I would like to leave.
” This is for you guys not us, and you signed a paper saying that you received all the information and if you leave and say that you didn’t, then we have your signature.”
“Um, okay i understand that, but i have no reason to be here bc I already handled everything”
“Okay.. well SEE YA” *bitch ass look on her face*
“MMyea.. bye”
And then as I walk away—not evern three steps away mind you, she says to the group leader.
“I don’t need to babysit anyone.”
So I got all Boriqua Fuego immediately and turned around and said
“-And I don’t need a babysitter, you fucking bitch”
and walked away. I love how people stare in disbelief when i snap back at them, when they thought they could just talk and walk all over me like they obviously do everyone else.
Story #3
amazing!
I love it how none of my instructors really know how to speak english, and i get to sit and listen to them for hours in lecture. Today’s interesting but amazing word was “simplier”. I love it
:-)
Story # 6
so since mannequins are really expensive, so i’ve been told my my teacher, we must be very careful. This is exactly why we threw the pregnant one on the table and the other one was bus being molested, mostly bc he has a detachable penis—-and breasts. he, she? anyway. i didn’t know mannequins are expensive.
Story #5
As I made a quick visit to my auntie’s house to see her new baby, i observed as two of her other children had a short but sweet “conversation”— if that’s what you could even call it. This is ow it went between the 2 year old and the 5 year old:
5 Year Old: (sees a toy the younger one has and poses the question-)
“What’s that.”
2 Year Old: (serious look of concern for the possible kidnapping that may occur) “MINE, that’s what.”
*love kids, they’re awesome*
Story #7
When people choose to go down the prideful, I-know-what-I’m-doing-more-than-you, asshole, I-suck-and-i-don’t-care, onrery, cantankerous, I’m-only-here-for-a-pay-check-not-to-give-actual-care-like-in-my-job-description, road of thought and behvavior (just to describe it precisely)—it blows.
This doesn’t come from the top of my head—no imagination or Asha-exaggeration is included. A patient fell down today and smashed his head on the door frame. This happened AFTER he was being forced to move from his chair where he was peacefully sitting and then being forced outside to eat in the patio bc he was “agitating the other residents.” this occured bc someone else was permitted to sit in HIS spot. Yea there is a seating chart for a reason. To prevent such an occurence. These people are used to routine and are not in the state of mind to be taken out of said routine bc so and so is too lazy to move the one on his spot. So to once again cover your ass, you laugh in his face at his agitation and you force him to move here there and everywhere, drag him In the chair he is sitting in and blame all of the rukus solely on him. At a later time when he is on his way back to his room with a faulty walker walking ALONE, a classmate and I walk up to him to find that he can barely move due to that fact that his walker does not lock on the right side. We try to fix it but it’s broken. I told you this, and you give me the ” yea yea yea” and the dismissal hand wave and I watch you take him into his room and close the door as he starts to scream. Not even 2 hours later I happen to be walking back down the hallway to see the same patient and the same YOU and classmate at the other end of the hallway as you walk behind him (not paying attention) he wavers, slips and falls and cracks his head so hard that it bounces from the wall and makes the loudest most horrifying sound I could never imagine. You stand there in horror and still don’t realize what YOU have done and could have prevented.
Everyone rushes over and you can only offer your gloves, bc you’re an idiot and have nothing else to contribute to an already magnified situation. The ambulance gets called, and the blood pools on the ground as you all scatter like silly children at recess time. The fire truck comes, SHE is rude, as always ( the same who laughed in his face earlier), and waves the firemen away telling them that they are not needed bc a cancel call has been made. The firemen are perplexed and leave as quickly as they came. None of you speak Spanish, so you have no idea what this poor man is trying to say, as his gash is spilling into the hallway your liquid mistake. He DOES NOT go to the hospital. And on top of it all, you ask the man “does your head hurt?” as you get more towels to soak up the blood. Are you serious? This was a joke right?
And through it all, another resident’s neice stands down the hallway observing after she has just taken picutres of the swollen, purple forearm-encompassing bruise her aunt has. Paints a great picutre for the woman they try to convince that they don’t know what happened to her aunt. Even though the only way she can move is basically for someone else to have done it. This was no accident, as they nicely put it, caused by “unknown sources.”
Behind closed doors is an interesting place to be and have witnessed things. I had no idea the extent of the advantage and lackadaisical attitude taken toward the physically or mentally helpless. Disgusting isn’t even a word that can orbit the appropriate term to describe the things that happen. I don’t care how bad off I am, I’m dying in my house with people I know to take care of me. I will never ever never ever ever ever be placed into or place someone in a nursing home. NEVER. uugh all of this after the start of my day gave me the news of the death of one of my patients. My first and very favorite patient. And then my own death nearly occured in the way home. Good driving skills and luck saved me.
At least i get to go home after my day, those grandparents/mothers/fathers/aunts/uncles have to remain in that place until they die (whether it’s natural or caused by stupidity). Whew. I know that was long, it’s funny how each moment happened almost instantaneously. I’m done but still flabberghasted and très fâche to the maxxx. Someone needs to handle this place and the employees. Blegh, makes me sick to replay the day or some of the previous days… All I can do is hope an pray and try to do my part to prevent and report this kind of action that goes on. These people don’t deserve this… no one does.
Story #8
was asked by a woman in safeway today while i was on the phone speaking to a friend:
Woman: *totally rude and without saying excuse me* Oh wow how do you know spanish?!
Me: * The asha-face* What? gtfo. are you for real for real? please move out of my personal space before i judo your face.
Woman: *gasp* how dare you
Me: Yes that’s what i was thinking when that ignorance squirted from your face.
Woman: *walks away briskly*
Me: *softly to self* i win =]
Story #88
Today whilst all of us were dying our hair, i saw a boy slashing his arms and wrists open with a large hunting knife on the sidewalk outside of my apartment. It wasn’t a good time. I immediately said, that poor kid, and then the cops showed up right when we called 911 three seconds later. I was glad to see that there weren’t any news cameras there, bc that’s the last thing he or his family would have needed. I almost cried.
