It’s been a long week and it’s only Wednesday. Sheesh.

I worked the usual 16 hour back to backs over the weekend- nothing new going on there really. Except we worked short on Saturday because so many were afraid to drive in the COLD….since when is THAT an excuse? It’s not and they’ve been written up. IdiOts.

My schedule is constantly changing and it’s driving me nutty. I thought I had Monday off from class but did not. I managed to get there and do that but it was pretty difficult considering how tired I was. We did 5 chapters and called it a day. Before I even went to Boston though, I did my laundry, food shopping, cleaned my place up enough where it looked presentable…(NOT CLEAN to my standards but almost…) By 7am I was worn out. I was so tired I packed my lunch…and used “oranges” from a bowl of fake fruit someone gave me. OMG. Try biting into one of those damn things.

***sigh***
I need someone to come take care of me!:roll:

The classmates wanted to do study group thing but I couldn’t…I went home, crashed for awhile and went through the next 5 chapters. Tuesday was hard core topics….this stuff is verrrry difficult and knowing this does not make it better. Having a nursing background would and should make this easier…and to a certain degree this is true. But it’s all superficial. It’s all face value compared to THIS in depth, deep, prodding knowledge that amazes me. To no end. Learning how potassium and sodium effect every single move a muscle makes, and the lack of those is one thing. UNDERSTANDING how our lives depend upon these elements is something else altogether. Knowing Na blood levels, low normal and high is one thing. UNDERSTANDING how the low levels will cause atrophy is quite another thing. Whew. 17 chapters in one week. So far we’ve done 14. Today we did the class via Internet- I was home. THAT was cool, using the Blackboard system and testing suites.

Friday we finish up…next week it is review and self test and then final test. If anyone gets less than an A they’re out. They are that strict. But they have to be. Human lives are at stake.

Tomorrow is my ME day. What is that? I dunno. I suspect I might be sleeping a lot though.

Who hasn’t had to deal with

MISERABLE

ROTTEN

BACK STABBING

EGO FONDLING

GOSSIPY

DRAMA QUEEN:shock: AND QUEERS:roll:

types of people at work and in everyday life??

CERTAIN mortals have the power to sink hearts and sour moods with lightning speed. The hysterical colleague. The meddlesome neighbor. The crazy in-law. The explosive boss. A mélange of cantankerous individuals, they are united by a single achievement: They make life miserable.

Hmmm….I know a few people who have the ability to make my mood go APESHITTIN pissy in about 2 seconds flat…all I have to do is SEE them and downhill it goes from there.

You call them jerks, dolts and nitwits. Psychologists call them “difficult people.” In fact they are difficult in so many ways that they have been classified into species like the Complainer, the Whiner and the Sniper, to name but three.

Yea? I call them assholes and shitheads. Right in their faces. And I don’t care WHO they are and what special position of power they think they hold over me. PFFT. No need to beat around the bush with these losers. Just tell them to shut up and go away.
(Works for me anyway…):shock:

But in an age when no problem goes unacknowledged or unaddressed, living with such people is no longer the only choice. Instead, an industry of books and seminars has sprung up, not to help the difficult change their maddening ways, but to help the rest of us cope with them.

Bulloney. Who needs to read a damn book or go to some dumb ass seminar just to learn how to tell someone to go F OFF?? People spend WAY too much money and time on this silliness. Really.

The lessons include common sense (talk it out and put yourself in their shoes), character by character tactical road maps and something that the victims of the difficult don’t want to hear: they might be the problem.

Puleeeze. Bore me no more here. Tactical road maps?? THIS ISN’T the Israeli’s and the Pallies, people. This is you and assarts who make you’re life miserable. JUST. TELL. THEM. OFF.

Whatever the reason, “difficult people” gurus are in demand. That is perhaps because everyone knows at least one person who can set the blood boiling. They can be found in corporate offices, on co-op boards, in church choirs and on university faculties. They are the office Cassandra who predicts doom for every project her team initiates, the intimidating boss for whom nothing is ever good enough and the unreasonable receptionist at the motor vehicles office.

Difficult People Guru’s are probably very difficult people themselves. But they manage to pass out advice and make money on it- who knows if they’re right or wrong and WHO CARES??? We don’t need to pay someone to grow us some balls! People have become to soft and sensitive and unable to be frank, blunt and honest.

Yet, some scholars say, the problem is not the difficult people themselves. It is you.

I believe there is a certain amount of truth to this. It’s all in how we perceive these idiOts, these low life JERK OFF’s who so annoy us. I also think if people had enough confidence in themselves and didn’t live under politically correct rules of people-to-people engagement, we would be much more upfront with others. I have gotten into trouble for telling people LIKE IT IS…for being BLUNT, HONEST AND UPFRONT. I’m still standing. I still have my job (16 years now…) I still have my friends. LOL…
I’ve told them ALL off too- bosses, Presidents at my work, Board Of Director types, cops, town selectmen, Senators, friends, family and yes even my dog and cats.

But psychologists say people exhibit difficult behavior because they have a need that is not being met. Understanding that need — a colleague may be snappish, for instance, because his personal life is in turmoil — helps take the sting out of his or her actions, they say.

Bite me. Excuses. That’s all this is. I could care less what problem Joe Blow is having at home- when he’s at work he better be doing his fair share without complaint…and he better be doing it right! If he needs to blow off steam, it’s ok on a break or something. BUT don’t come to work and treat ME like SHIT cause I will bite back. There are exceptions to this of course…I worked with a lady who was being hit all the time at home and she had the bruises to prove it, fresh everyday. She was a BITCH.
I confronted her and told her off…and she just fell apart and let it all out. She never had a better friend after this, and her work ethic grew ten fold over the next few weeks.

Workplaces are competitive environments comprising individuals with disparate styles of working and communicating. With so many temperaments thrown together, every office is a powder keg.

Yea? It’s all the bosses fault when things get like this. Straighten out the boss and this shit don’t happen.

People skills are important. So long as we don’t allow others to control our moods to the point we can’t function. Those who hold power over us think they can manipulate us into behaving certain ways. NOT IN MY WORLD. I don’t tolerate this bullshit. No one should. There’s always a better job. Or better friends. Or whatever…no one needs to be in the company of those who make them miserable.

A few weeks ago I went out on date. No big deal, just out for a meal and some drinks and a dance. My friends were all excited about this- to the point where it drove me nuts. They seemed preoccupied about what I was planning to wear and things like it.

Kim: “What are you wearing when you go out?”

Me: “jeans and a t shirt.”

Kim: “It’s a DATE for crying out loud! Don’t you want to look like you at least CARE about your looks??!!??”

Me: “No.”

Kim: “Well, are you gonna at least brush out your hair?? And put on some makeup???”

Me: “No. Oh wait…yeah- lip balm.”

…Kim walks away in disgust.

I don’t care. I’m not about to change who I am, and what I look like, just to impress someone. I think that’s phoney and fake and a real misrepresentation of ME….so when I read this article I laughed and decided to write about the lengths people will go to just to look…presentable. Even when the event is big and glamorous and glitzy, I would not DO THIS SHIT…

Who says one has to do this to be presentable? And who is defining presentable anyway?

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) — With Hollywood’s awards season under way, fans will see plenty of stunning gowns, sculpted bodies, flawless skin and camera-ready coifs on red carpets around town.

What they won’t see are the industrial-strength girdles, silicone nipple covers, fake hair and skin treatments beneath those flawless facades.

Girdles are for old ladies! Don’t tell me these Hollywood chicks wear those things. Nipple covers? Why would anyone want them covered?? Set them free, I say… Fake hair… Skin treatments… They really do love themselves don’t they???

The first step? A body-enhancing airbrush tan, says spray-tanner-to-the-stars Jimmy Coco, who expects to wield his tanning wand at least 100 times before the Academy Awards.

These tans do more than lend a healthy glow. They can add muscle definition where none exists, says Coco, who has worked with Eva Longoria, Jennifer Garner, Jenny McCarthy and Lara Flynn Boyle.

“If they haven’t quite been to the gym, I can make it look as though they have,” he says. “I give them an even glow and lightly etch in where the muscle is.”

Air brushed tans are for those who don’t spend much time outside, where they can get a real tan. These fluuzies need their beauty sleep I guess- they obviously don’t go out very often. A natural tan looks better AND doesn’t wash off. Making muscles the easy way here?? WTF is that? Haven’t quite been to a gym is an understatement. Wow. Don’t hold MY arm please- my muscles might rub off onto your hand. How sexy.

Next come body-shaping undergarments. Stylists swear by Spanx, a brand of bodyshapers that promise to “rescue women from love handles, waistline spillage and cellulite,” according to the company’s Web site.

“They go from under your bustline to the top of your knee,” says celebrity stylist Inge Fonteyne, who has worked with models Gisele Bundchen and Adriana Lima. “It compacts all your blemishes you want to smooth out. The key is to be seamless and bumpless.”

I don’t think a word needs to be said about this. Who the hell wants to wear one of these binding, tight, sucks-the-air-out-of-you “body shapers”— when all you really need to do is go to that gym…fake muscles and a phoney slimmed body to go with them. How attractive. I wonder what men think when these women remove it all??

Breasts have their own set of needs. Busty beauties who want to wear backless gowns often turn to self-sticking “bras” like Frederick’s of Hollywood’s new Flex Body Bra, made of adhesive-backed silicone cups that fit separately over each breast.

Contoured silicone pads called “cutlets” can also be slipped into a bra to give smaller busts a boost.

These things have been around forever. The problem with them is they create sweat, and then move around, slide all over… The adhesive loses it’s properties when sweat mixes with it…(yes I know this stuff). It’s always fun to feel a silicon cuppling slide up near your armpit.

Not to fear though:

Tape is still a critical part of a stylist’s toolbox. Surgical (or even electrical) tape can be wrapped beneath the breasts, squashing them together to create cleavage. But double-stick tape is even more popular. Stylists use it to hold spaghetti straps in place, keep loose dresses close to the skin and prevent plunging necklines from becoming pornographic. Before companies made special two-sided tape for fashion use, stylists relied on a brand of toupee tape called Topstick.

Boobie tape SUCKS. Mark my word. And it doesn’t work for too long…again, sweat ruins the effect. And who wants to have the painful red marks after the tape is removed?? I like the natural look, the real look. It might not be as uplifting as one would like, but that uplift isn’t real 99% of the time anyway, in any setting or event.

Speaking of sweat:

Natural fabrics are easily marred by sweat, so stars plan ahead to keep palms and armpits from perspiring.

“With a silk dress, anything you touch will make a stain,” Fonteyne says. “One drop spreads like it’s the ocean under your arm.”

One solution is botox, which paralyzes overactive glands to temporarily stop sweating. Another is Drysol, a prescription treatment Fonteyne swears by that “dries up” sweat glands.

Just wear a cotton t shirt and you won’t need to go to all this trouble…for the luv of Gawd.

Then there’s the hair. Stars weren’t born with the lush manes you see on the red carpet. It’s all about extensions, says Hollywood hairdresser Michael Shaun Corby, creative director for Alterna haircare.

“Celebrities get extensions like crazy for Oscar season because they want their hair to be thicker,” he says.

Stars who don’t want to make a major commitment might opt for “hair for a day,” he says: quick, clip-on extensions that can be removed at the end of the night.

Corby even uses extra hair for updos. He wraps hair clippings in a hairnet and stuffs that inside buns and chignons “for that huge, full look.”

Corby would use ironing starch to tame hair static in a pinch before Alterna developed an antistatic hair spray, he says.

Bite me. Pfft. Hair…Wash it. Run your fingers through it. AND GO. All this shit is for the birds.

I am so lucky to NOT have an emotional need to go through all this bullshit just to make myself look…”good”— and these looks we see are good, but they are fake, not real, not the person we think we’re seeing. I’m not perfect by any stretch of anyone’s imagination…least of all my own. But it will be a cold day in hell that I do these things. I don’t marvel at this stuff. I don’t envy it. I think it’s pretty pathetic. I guess it all comes down to what we think is important. I’m not ugly. I’m not THAT un-presentable!