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Nothing of notePosted on Sat 15 December 2007 at 06:43Nothing of note has happened in the last few days. Not that I think my life is hugely interesting but it saves me emailing people individually if I diarise on here. I finally got into ‘real’ work on Wednesday. You know when you start a new job: there is usually someone you dislike instantly? Come on, it can’t just be me! Well, thankfully, there was no-one who fitted that category. And there still isn’t after 3 days, which is a relief. And that other really uncomfortable feeling of walking onto a battlefield when there is a war between 2 opposing factions? Nope, none of that either. I have to complete a medication competency before I can administer medication. It is a bloody tome and a half, I can tell you. But I have been ploughing doggedly through it and I have nearly finished it. So joy of joys, I will be able to hand out medication before too long. At least I will feel in some way useful then, which I most decidedly don’t at the moment. But that’s the nature of the job. You can’t just charge in like you think you know everything in this line of work, especially not with the ID (intellectual disability) client group. The patients have to get to know you and you need to know how things are done. So I’m getting there and it hasn’t been too bad at all. I was invited to join their staff night out tomorrow but I regretfully declined, as I have no babysitter. Possibly for the best: they don’t need to see the REAL Karen just yet!! I’ve already had the usual piss-taking of my accent by the locals (funny how it’s always men who do that, not women) but I answered in the same manner and it wasn’t a problem. They seem an OK bunch so far; hope that continues in the future. I have been told I will be on early shifts for the first 6 weeks so that’s good – apart from the fact you earn more on a late shift and accrue holidays quicker too. I cleaned the car today. Not a huge or exciting task I know. But made 10 times more difficult by me wearing jeans that no longer fit. I have lost 2 stone in the last 3 months but haven’t gone out and bough loads of new clothes, as it will probably climb back up a bit before too long. So my jeans kept falling off my arse and I just happened to be wearing the BIGGEST pants in the world, built to accommodate the QE2, the space shuttle, the entire Spanish Armada and the Cairngorm mountain range. Because they don’t have to stretch out so far, they now stretch up instead, making a game attempt to nestle in my armpits and have a conversation with my bra. Not helpful in the slightest. So every motion with the sponge in one hand was accompanied by the other hand hoicking my jeans up. Until I stood on tip-toes to do the car roof and forgot about my jeans. They made a bid for freedom and had just about reached mid thigh when I sussed their cunning plan and recaptured them. I didn’t know if I was more embarrassed that they had nearly fallen off or that my neighbours may have witnessed my underwear shame. Suffice to say I won’t be wearing THOSE pants again, nor indeed those jeans until I have taken them in a bit.
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