I finally opened my shop!
1. Happy Stuff – I finally sat down and finished opening my Etsy shop! I was determined to finish it last night. Work has been crazy over the last 10 days or so and I have not had much time to work on my side projects and I really needed to get this one checked off on the to-do list. Head on over and take a look around. I am adding new items all this week and now through the end of September take advantage of free shipping with the code “HappyOpening”. You can easily get over to Etsy by clicking on the “Shop” tab above.
2. Not Happy Stuff – As I mentioned above the last 10 days have been over the top at work. And I am pissed off about it I don’t usually talk about my work life here or swear like a sailor like I do in real life (I like it to be PG here on the web). But I am pissed. I work with seniors citizens and children with disabilities coordinating their care, hiring caregivers, performing assessments, yadda, yadda. And nothing makes me more pissed off than when a caregiver no call no shows (NCNS). And not because 95% of the time I have to drag my ass out of bed/work a 16 hour day to cover their shift. No, no. In the home care industry, caregivers have a lot of flexibility with their schedules. They can decline shifts and have whatever kind of availability they choose and we as an agency have to work around their personal schedules because we do not have a physical location (caregivers go to client’s homes) so we don’t typically have 40 hour, round the clock shifts, like an assisted living or nursing home. Shifts can be anytime during the day, we cater to what clients need or want. And I totally get it, its hard for caregivers to work odd shifts when they have children and families. But if you accept a shift and it gets to be too much, or it’s not enough hours, or whatever, tell your damn boss. I take my work very seriously, I am not the kind of agency manager that has no experience as a caregiver and is relentless with my caregivers telling them how to do their job better or differently without knowing what they go through (I hated those people as a caregiver and I am never going to be that kind of a manager). Yes, I was a caregiver, I was in the trenches for almost 3 years while I was in college. I worked specifically with Alzheimer’s and Dementia residents, and at one point I was a Lead Caregiver at an assisted living. And while you may thinking being a lead meant that I had the “cushy” job, ooh no. I had all of the hard residents, I was slapped, bit, threaten with knives and forks, choked, and covered in other peoples bodily fluids all. day. long. So I get it. It is not glamorous. The job is hard, thankless, and caregivers in our country are not paid nearly enough for the care and companionship that we provide to our seniors. Its like how we don’t pay the teachers in our country nearly enough to educate our future but still expect them to go above and beyond, take parent’s relentless crap, and deal with KIDS all. day. long. But I digress. No matter what, it comes down to this simple fact, if you have a job, it is your profession, it is what you do, no matter how stupid or ridiculous you find it to be, you are a professional. So if you can’t handle it or have found other work, just call your boss. You are a damn adult. Start acting like one.
(And just because I am being a snarky brat – I want you to know 90% of the time when I have a caregiver NCNS because I couldn’t give them more hours because of their shitty availability, the day after they put me up a creek without a paddle, I find full time hours that would have worked out perfectly for them. So keep that in mind, things are always changing these days, if you think you can’t stick it out, try or tell your boss you are having a hard time, because who knows, you may end up being rewarded.)/endrant
Anywho! Thank you for reading my ridiculous rant, things will be back to normal next Wednesday, promise :)