In March, I left a job because of… mean girls. Yes. Actual, real-life, adult, paycheck-collecting mean girls. I hate that I even have to say that sentence out loud, but here we are. And let me tell you—it was hands down the worst professional experience of my life. A lot of you know where I was working, but maybe not that I left—or why. So buckle up. I made it 8 months. Eight. Whole. Months. Honestly, I deserve a commemorative plaque or at least a strong margarita for that level of endurance. At first, the opportunity sounded amazing. New role, new challenge, life away from the bedside—I was ready. But because I’m not new to the game, I kept my position at UCHealth. Your girl always keeps a safety net. We don’t just leap—we strategically hover. Day ONE at the new job, I questioned how an LPN was taking vital signs. You know, normal nurse behavior—making sure things are, oh, I don’t know, accurate and legal. Apparently, that was my villain origin story. From that moment on, she decided ...
I said goodbye to my sweet Betty tonight. Betty is my Jeep Grand Cherokee that I have had for the past 8 years and I loved her. I still love her. But sadly Betty needed some repairs that were pretty spendy so I started looking at other vehicles. Why is it that I felt like I was cheating on her by looking at other vehicles?? When discussing other vehicles I would talk softly and tell Steve to lower his voice so she wouldn't hear us talking about her fate - silly, I know. I blame Disney and Pixar for making me think that cars have feelings. Maybe they do, but one thing is for sure - I have feelings and I am sad that Betty no longer belongs to me. And yes when I left her at the dealership, I cried. I am still crying. Our poor sales guy didn't know what to do with me. Here's something weird about me, well here is another thing that is weird about me. Those of you that know me, know that quite a few weird things are going on in this brain of mine, but this one i...