Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Getting Away With...

It’s not often I’d jump much into open political wackiness, but during this last several weeks of the Presidential race here in the US, several things seem to be in that “getting away with” category, and most all of them are horribly tilted to the left.


One of my co-workers today, in front of one of my patients, decided to enter into that realm probably best left to the right-leaning conservative FOXNews, or the unashamed left-wing, atheist-loving CNN. She said, while my patient was watching FOXNews, “so who are you going to vote for?” I gave my opinion, and like any good nurse, my “rationales.”

Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m a conservative-leaning fulfilled Jew who has voted in the past for both sides of the aisle, depending on the candidate and what I felt he or she brought to the table. I like honest criticism of every candidate, but don’t care for the over-tiltedness toward one candidate that seems to pervade certain media outlets.

Given all that, I’m finding it pretty incredibly disgusting to see where the Democrats in general, and candidate Barack Obama in particular along with his seemingly overwhelming Nuremberg rally-like army of spellbound supporters, can seem to get away with everything from below-the-belt mudslinging, double entendre, and Internet crimes.

Take for example (if I were to outline all the examples, we’d be here until Bush leaves office), the latest twist on the Sarah Palin email hacking scandal. Oh yes, I’m sure that by the time it’s all said and done, it’ll be quite a scandal. The latest as of this writing seems to be that the investigation has, for all intents and purposes, been shut down, without so much as a slap on the wrist to erstwhile computer geek turned suspected computer hacker David Kernell, son of – you guessed it – DEMOCRATIC Tennessee state Representative Michael Kernell. My problem with this stems from the fact that the whole hacking shocker seemed to grip the nation with an almost universal “how dare they break the law”… UNTIL… it was disclosed that the prime suspect (and in my opinion, the prime culprit) was the son of a Democrat. So quickly after that, the mood changed… the Obama-engine seemed to kick into overdrive, attempting to cast doubt on the Democratic connection, as well as the irritating little fact that what the kid did is commit a FELONY. Hmm… My question is, who’s putting pressure on the US Attorneys in Tennessee, to have the lock up this investigation so quickly? If this was Denmark, as the phrase infers, we’d have to throw open the windows and kick the fans on high.

And do we even dare to touch the supposed untouchables, the celebrities that everyone loves to look up to and pay so much money to see on the big screens and the small VIEWs? Since when did practically every celeb in Hollywood get sprinkled with the Michelle Obama “cute” fairy-dust, and turn into mindless zombies for Obama? Oh, even Howie Mandell, who I swear looks more like Beelzebub with that skin-head and mini-goatee, had to get into the act at the recent Primetime Emmy Awards, along with other glassy-eyed tux-stuffers such as Beelzebub, er, Howie, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and Tommy Smothers, whose little rant seemed smacked more of the hippie peace-ins from his original series’ era, and left me almost expecting to see the ghost of John Lennon coast on the stage while singing “Imagine”. Overall, that bit of Hollywood back-slapping gave me the impression that they were acting on that stage, to the script written by the same Democratic script writers that roll the words on Obama’s teleprompters.

And since when did some columnist from Canada get to weigh in on the Democratic side of the aisle in the USA, in an obvious attempt to stimulate the Obama-zombies’ laugh tracks? Yes, let’s talk about what seems to be Greta Van Susteren’s apparent nemesis, CBC’s own claim to shame, Heather Mallick… who has the look of what many in America have come to know and love about Canadian inbreeding.

As the story goes, Mallick appeared on CBC news on the last day of the Republican National convention, at the same time a UK newspaper published a column of hers, in which she trashed Republican Vice-Presidential nominee Sarah Palin’s home state of Alaska as a “frontier state full of drunks and crazy people”, continuing that she “added nothing to the ticket that the Republicans didn’t already have sewn up, the white trash vote.” She also likened the Alaska governor’s looks as “a toned-down version of the porn actress look favored by this decade’s woman, the overtreated hair, puffy lips and permanently alarmed expression.”

Heather, one tip for you… if you’re going to trash someone else’s looks, I’d at least get a publicity picture of yourself that’s… not you. I’m wondering if the hometown in Northern Ontario you came from, which is reportedly smaller than Sarah Palin’s mayorship town, has more in common with “Deliverance” than you’d like to admit. I’ve travelled in Northern Ontario… and personally, after that experience, I’ll stick to Toronto on my next visit.

All this politico seems to be one-sided. I really don’t see the Republicans running off teaching their followers a “bump”-y new version of a salute that any self-respecting Jew should be highly offended with. I don’t see McCain’s speech-writing team handing out scripts for public celebrities and figures to use to trash the opposition. I don’t see Palin supporters rushing to their computers to reset passwords for the email accounts of the DNC members.

So why do the Democrats seem to be getting away with all this?

If you ask me, it’s for much the same reason Adolf was able to get away with so much…

Friday, January 04, 2008

Resolutions

I never made too much of New Year's Resolutions -- they always seemed to be too much of a downer when you realized that two weeks later, they'd all been broken.  As we collectively enter 2008, I could resolve to stop smoking (which I don't), or I could resolve to lose 50 pounds (which I probably never will) or I could resolve to buy my dream BMW this year (which would be a miracle).

No, this year I'll only make one:  I resolve to graduate from my RN-program nursing school.

Those who have never been in nursing school or who have never known a nurse VERY well, will no doubt sit there and say, "what kind of resolution is that?  That's no big deal."  But nurses, their families and close friends will appreciate the fact that nurse training is like military training:  they both are "boot camps"... the only difference is that student nurses don't get their heads shaved down and they don't drop and give their instructor "50" every time they answer a question wrong.

And we also have to give credit here to the fact that most people have this impression of nursing students as perky, cute little 18- or 19-year old girls just out of high school, probably still living at home with mommy and daddy, and only need enough spending money that they can get from grant refunds and their part-time job at Hot Topic.

Sorry, I don't fit the demographic.

So what's the big deal about a resolution to graduate nursing school?  In the first place, I'm neither 18, nor perky, nor a girl.  I'm one of the growing number of men in nursing, choosing nursing as a profession because it's what I wanted to do all along -- but never did until now.  I did something else for my Bachelor's degree, and had a decently successful IT career before heeding the calling I ignored since the mid-80's.  Second, try pulling a full-time, 40+ hour per week hospital job along with a full-time schedule in nursing school, with its lecture time, school laboratory, hospital clinical time, study time, tests, etc. -- not the easiest thing in the world.  Add to this, a wife, 9-year-old daughter, 3 cars, a mortgage, and the fact that I'm over 40 (which, thank God, I see a growing number of my generation entering nursing school for the first time), and you have the picture of how hard it has been for me over the last 2+ years.

Granted, I will give credit where credit is due to any nursing student who braves the nursing school boot-camp and makes it out alive with their GN in hand.  But I will give more credit to those such as in my position who have to work full-time and go to school full-time, who are older and have been out of the school environment for 10, 15, 0r 20 years, and are even holding their own and passing.  As the nursing student mantra goes, "C = RN".

And the choice of school makes a difference, too.  Some schools make it harder than it all needs to be.  One school I know of in my local area has turned this into a virtual art form, doing a variety of things to deliberately cause students to fail so they can narrow the field from the 120 they bring in every fall, in an attempt to keep those they believe have the best shot of passing the NCLEX (the "state board" nursing license test), so their pass rate percentages look good and they can continue getting state and federal money for their program.  Other schools take the "let's work with you to help you understand" approach (such as the school I've found) who won't necessarily hand you a grade, but will go the extra mile to help you learn the concepts and equip you to not just pass the boards, but to be a good entry-level nurse.

This is where I believe the difference is.  Students can fall all over themselves trying so hard to pass tests and memorize things well enough to get a grade, but does that really equip them to make it in the real world where the test is a patient with non-specific symptoms and you have to think on your feet enough to differentiate what you tell the doctor when you call, or if you need to call at all?

I think the best entry-level nurses are those who don't feel the intense pressure of weekly pencil-and-paper tests, but where their skills are taught, learned, and practiced to the point of near-proficiency.  I have already met enough nursing students from other schools whom I wouldn't want to see over my hospital bed when I regain consciousness after some accident or other.

Being trained as one of those skills-based, not "book-based" nurses, I can't wait for this semester to begin (in about a week).  I can't wait to graduate.  I can't wait to get out and help people.  Yes, the money's great, the concept that I have the choice of a job practically anywhere I want is great.  But the opportunity to be a blessing to someone by helping them to recovery... that's the greatest reward.  And unlike some seasoned nurses who I know that whine about being burned out, maybe when I get "burned out" (if I do), I'll be ready to retire anyway.

So, this year, I will graduate from nursing school, and I will make a difference.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Belichick Enters NFL Hall Of Shame

In the finest tradition of the craft, even the best magicians sometimes either deliberately or inadvertently reveal their secrets.

Such was the case this week when New England Patriots coach Bill "ooh! Matt, put the camera down QUICK!" Belichick revealed how he ended up winning three Super Bowls... he cheated. And in getting caught, demonstrated to the world what lengths a well-paid, highly-successful coach will go to to keep up his paycheck.

Yes, erstwhile nemesis of fair-playing football teams everywhere, the New England Patriots were slapped Thursday night with a $250,000 fine and the loss of a draft pick, and Belichick hammered with a $500,000 fine ("sorry, my 'other woman', the world cruise is out this year, Roger wants that new motor home") all for spying video-camera style, on their opponents' signals during the Patriots' game against the New York Jets.

Apparently it all started going south when video assistant Matt Estrella's camera was confiscated while he was on the Jets' sideline. In actuality, Estrella's actions just pushed Belichick a few more miles down the I-95 highway (500,000 miles to be exact) in a landmark year for an extremely public-eye coach who's shown little boys how to aspire to football greatness, and little girls how to slap their future husbands with successful divorce suits.

Belichick's troubles range from being named the "other man" in a New Jersey divorce suit which resuted in the breakup of his marriage, to having former linebacker Ted Johnson accuse Belichick of overruling doctors and sending Johnson back onto the field too soon after his concussion. And let's not forget about the hilariously humiliating defeat to the Indianapolis Colts in last year's AFC championship, a game in which the Patriots had a 15-point halftime lead. The Colts went on to beat the Chicago Bears in last year's Super Bowl. Had Belichick actually spied on the Colts, perhaps he could have gotten his fourth NFL title in six years. But perhaps Matt was sick that day.

In a letter to the Patriots organization, NFL commissioner Roger Goodell branded the Patriots as cheaters. "This episode represents a calculated and deliberate attempt to avoid longstanding rules designed to encourage fair play and promote honest competition on the playing field," the commissioner wrote. His ruling will, besides TKO'ing Belichick with the maximim fine, would, should the Patriots make the playoffs (how hard can YOU pray?) make it the first time ever in NFL history that a first-round draft pick has been taken away as a punishment for infraction of NFL rules.

And speaking of NFL rules, I think the sweetest irony for a coach who's (somehow) won 3 NFL titles, is the content of his initial statement, in which he said he 'misinterpreted' league rules. OK... "misinterpreting" league rules to help your team win three Super Bowls... sorry, but is anyone else buying that? I didn't think so.

You can't be a major player in NFL coaching history, lead your team to three titles, be the holy terror of the AFC, and NOT know how the league wants its rules interpreted!

It seems to me that people, including Belichick himself, are trying rapidly to distance themselves from the severity of this infraction, and are trying to "dumb down" the potential implications for investigations of the franchise reaching years back. Belichick, in a press conference Friday, when pummelled with questions about the scandal, said, "It doesn't matter... It already happened. So right now, we're focusing in on what's in front of us, and that's the Chargers."

Fullback Heath Evans joked about taking up a collection to pay Belichick's part of the fines, but said of Belichick, "I view Bill in my own way..."

Even Patriots Chairman & CEO Robert Kraft said in a written statement on the Patriots official website:

"After reviewing the facts of the past weekend, the commissioner has made a
determination that our franchise engaged in activities that violate the league’s
rules. He has determined the punishment and I accept it.

"I believe that Coach Belichick always tries to do what is best for the team
and he is always accountable for his decisions. He has been a very important
part of what our organization has accomplished over the last seven years. In
this case, one of his decisions has resulted in a severe penalty for our
franchise. He has paid a heavy price and so has our organization. He has
apologized for his actions. I accept his apology and look forward to working
with him as we move forward."

Notice that Kraft didn't come out and laud praises over Belichick and say how he stands behind him 100% and that they're going to see him through this... no, he left it more open-ended. Perhaps Bob will be in the mall later this season shopping for a new coach...?

It seems that Belichick's troubles just won't leave him alone. The publicity of this cheating scandal, and the potential that will doubtless be discussed for months to come that this isn't the first time Belichick and the Patriots have resorted to such dirty-low tactics, is just another layer in a life full of sinful distractions for a coach who preaches to his team about avoiding them.

So, whether or not the Patriots make it to the Super Bowl this year, one thing is pretty certain: many eyes will be scanning opponents' sidelines for the remainder of this season, looking for the next Handycam. Or maybe Bill will change tactics and hire the new GoogleEarth satellite to read signals from space.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Asterisk

I was at work whenever the news came over the wires that Barry Bonds hit number 756 at San Francisco's AT&T Park last night (August 7, 2007) to beat Hank Aaron's storied record.

What struck me about this record is how long it took someone else to beat it; what struck me more is the person who did.

Go figure that he'd have effectively stopped the game for the home-plate crossing with son and godfather Willie Mays at his side, the thank-you's, the video from the legendary Aaron himself, the cheering from the hypnotized Giants fans (even Barry was quoted as saying he was hoping to have broken the record in a home game where he was assured of a friendly reception).

Conspiciously absent were Aaron himself, and baseball commissioner Bud Selig, though the latter did talk with Bonds via telephone and issued a statement afterwards.

OK... so Barry smacked number 756 and no doubt for the remainder of the regular season, will only add to that number, making it all the more interesting for someone else to break in future seasons. What's all the fuss?

The fuss is that the record is suspect; that the achievement may be drug-induced, and that baseball may never be the same.

OK, so maybe the last statement is extreme, but I do have reservations about this so-called historic milestone. My personal concern, and I believe the concern that is at the heart of this controversy, stems from recalling his days as a wiry leadoff batter with the Pittsburgh Pirates in 1986. In a matter of a very short few seasons, he went from a run-of-the-mill batter with Pittsburgh, to being a bulked-up slugger once signed free-agent with the Giants in 1993. This seemingly all-too-quick transformation in batting and running (base-stealing) power seemed almost unheard of in major league sport, unless (as has already been demonstrated in other situations) the athletes were using some sort of steroid. That Bonds improved his game at an age when virtually every other player of such age declines, is even more suspect for the use of anabolic steroids.

Barry Bonds has consistently denied "knowingly using performance-enhancing drugs".

Never mind that Bonds has been implicated in the infamous BALCO scandal, and that his own testimony to the grand jury included comments that he "may have unknowingly been given 'the clear' and 'the cream'", claiming he was told the substances were flaxseed oil.

What I think most people just don't believe is that how all-stars like Yankees slugger Jason Giambi (and presumably his brother Jeremy, who also admitted to using steroids during his career) can get THG ("the cream" and "the clear") from BALCO with the full knowledge of what these products were, yet Barry could have supposedly missed the point altogether, and BALCO told him it was all just "flaxseed oil". Duh.

What I presume will happen, beyond the generic, limp-wristed comments of congrats from Bud Selig, Hank Aaron, and others in the sport, will be the absolute silence from Barry's colleagues elsewhere outside of San Francisco. I suspect that rather than place themselve on the potential wrong side of public opinion, baseball's other greats and near-greats will rather call Barry and say "congratulations" and leave those well-wishes off-camera and off-microphone.

I maintained to my friends and work associates interested in baseball, that what major league pitchers SHOULD have done is intentionally walk Bonds on every at-bat, so he could never reach this point. Sure this probably would have drawn the ire of MLB administration, but the pitchers could have passed it off as simply not wanting to risk additional HR's or RBI's in their games (heck, Barry's also a notable walk-at-bat king in his career, so what would have been a few more?). And sure it would have drawn the ire of Giants fans, but... what was the point there about caring what Giants fans feel?

Now that the dirty deed has been done, what Major League Baseball SHOULD do, is what San Diego fans did a little while back, mirroring what no doubt a majority of baseball fans around the world feel: use the asterisk. This number should be noted on the record books with an asterisk and an explanation about how this record is "in dispute due to ongoing debate regarding Mr. Bonds' alleged use of performance-enhancing agents."

In the meantime, all we can hope for is that this so-called "record" won't hold for another 33 years. Perhaps, in the interest of preserving baseball's image as untarnished as possible, all the pitchers in the next season or two who face Alex Rodriguez should intentionally throw home run-capable balls to him, so he can hit a single-run homer at every such at-bat, and he can shatter Bonds' so-called "achievement" soon. Go A-Rod, at least you're not rubbing "flaxseed oil" all over ya.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Upping The Columbine Ante

Upping The Columbine Ante

On Monday (April 16th), my wife and I were in a local coffee shop when, shortly before, all hell broke loose at Virginia Tech. What was to be a relaxing morning of sipping coffee and engaging in quiet conversation with each other (a prized commodity these days for us), turned into a mouth-gaping quiet horror as we watched the drama unfold live on one of the major news channels that the coffee shop big-screen had running. People came and went in the shop (which its owner-roasted coffees top the nationals -- eat your heart out, Starbucks!), and no matter if they were there to sit with free Wi-Fi and work, or whether they were just stopping in for a quick cup of java-to-go, it seemed everyone had his or her eyes glued to the screens. Even one of the employees was overheard to be upset over the fact that one of her friends attends Virginia Tech and she was worried if her friend was among the living or one of the then rapidly-changing numbers of dead.

It seemed as if the whole world stopped for that Monday morning, transfixed on the actions of at least one "postal"-minded shooter taking out scores of kids for even now unknown reasons. Did we just give this bozo what he wanted, in international media spotlight and worldwide audience attention? Or was he even thinking that millions upon millions of civilized people around the world would be mesmerized by his actions when he picked up his subtly-gotten weapons and had at it?

My wife and I sat there, and I couldn't help thinking that this guy was just upping the Columbine ante... for years, we've been consumed by greater protection in our high schools, especially after horrible incidents that are burned with instantly-recognizable names in the collective consciousness of the nation: Columbine, Red Lake, Jonesboro... But these were high school kids, they shouldn't be handling weapons anyway. This wasn't a college shooting.

That happened later. With the Dawson College (Canada) shooting last year, we seemed to graduate young Mr. Shootist from high school and place him firmly into college. The shooting at Virginia Tech, among other things, seemed to recall the 1966 University of Texas-Austin shooting, just at a time when we perhaps looked back and said "it can't happen here" and went on our merry ways.

Go figure that the media would blow out of proportion Internet rumours about the pro-gun NRA lobby's position on the shooting, just at the time when it should have been time to pause the debate and grieve for those lost. Even Mr Murdoch's own News Corp. holdings had jumped into that raucous discussion, and later with collective red-face backed off the story when they found out it was as much of an Internet snope-hunt as the one about Starbucks defiantly refusing to send coffee to our troops in Iraq (if you still believe that one, there's some property in Florida I'd LOVE to sell ya).

Now don't get me wrong… I am very much a proponent of the Second Amendment, and the right of the people to keep and bear arms - with my personal caveat of those arms being kept for self-defence and for pure "sport", such as animal/game hunting. But in light of the Seung-hui Cho's apparent ease of obtaining weapons with which he ultimately did the OTHER "dirty deed", and let's not forget the local Pittsburgh, PA, area problem of state representative Bob Regola and his son being firmly in the middle of a teen suicide in which Regola's gun was the deadly weapon, there needs to be in this country much LESS political side-stepping over the issue, and much MORE honest, fruitful discussion about how guns can be kept at a minimum in the hands of the criminal and the mentally disturbed.

I recalled in the past several days through the mountains of audio and print media discussion over Virginia Tech, that it was said one of Cho's teachers had recognised a disturbing trend in Cho's class writings, and when she reported this to school officials, it was basically fluffed off as irrelevant, in the light of the fact that Cho as of yet hadn't "done anything". Brilliant. Just allow nut-jobs to obtains deadly weapons, then wait for them to do something before we slap their hands saying "no-no" or allowing some SWAT junkie to whack them down.

No, what needed to happen there, was for this young man to have been "told on" to the Virginia State Police, who then should have monitored this kid just like the Feds monitor suspected terrorists without our knowledge or consent. C'mon, if it's good enough for the FBI to be listening into peoples' phone conversations because they suspect they're going to hijack the next plane-bomb, why can't they do the same with students suspected by their teachers of harbouring some killing-spree rage inside them? And if after some type of evaluation, psychological or otherwise, they're shown to be wrong, we give them an apology and a hefty credit for their next year's tax return.

But to sit idly by, saying "sorry he didn't do anything yet" is the same as some standing below Two World Trade Center, watching the plane hitting the building, and saying, "gee, maybe we should call the fire department or something."

Well, DUH.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Man Against The World

It seems like just when you've mastered (or think you've mastered) one concept in life or piece of technology, someone else ups the ante and comes up with something else for you to worry about.

Take for instance, blogging. OK, so I've had a blog elsewhere for a couple of years; not like I ever wrote much to it, but it was there... waiting for me... to get finished with nursing school, I suppose.

Now comes Myspace.com. OK, so it's owned by a big corporate mogul... why should that bother me? I'm supposedly a conservative Republican, and big corporations should be right up my alley, right? For a Philly-minded conservative Republican, I hope my fellow Republicans (all except for Arlen Specter, of course) would forgive me for being a bit "California liberal" on this big corporate culture point... even though it was the California liberal "dot-com" culture that ultimately caused the demise of my really excellent job in IT, which caused me to fall back on what I wanted to do over 20 years ago -- RN nursing... but I digress.

The "Myspace.com" culture is so pervasive at my school right now, I hear kids through the hall talking about their Myspace pages this and their Myspace pages that. All this culmiated one day a week ago when someone asked me for my "Myspace" address... and when I balked, this person was all like, "Oh my GAWD... why don't you have a Myspace page?"

To which I replied, in typical not-thinking-before-speaking Dilbert's New Ruling Class definition of "inDUHvidual" style, "Oh, well I just never got into all that Facebook thing much."

To which this person whacked back, "But it's not 'FaceBook', it's Myspace."

Now you have to realise one thing... I am a 40-something, going BACK to school to earn a degree BELOW one I already hold, amongst an overwhelming crowd of people who most likely just graduated from high school, still live with Mommy & Daddy (or some modern adaptation of that), probably having Mom/Dad/Grams/Etc. paying their way through college, and don't have to work unless they want to have some hand money for, say, unlimited text messaging on their Razr phone... or the latest Kanye West download for their 920 GB iPod... or more drugs to help them through school.

So, when these "kids" (that's the only way I can describe some of them) tell me about why don't I have a "Myspace" page, what do I do? Get online and sign up for one, that's what I do... not to be outdone by my juniors who no doubt will end up making more money in nursing then I ever will by virtue of the fact that they'll probably be still working when I'm dead (unless they die first of say, smoking... or drugs... or listening to Kanye West downloads).

So, putting this thing together with all the other stuff I have to do, like going to school and WORKING to provide for an actual family, I am finding just enough time to breathe, let alone to pimp out my new-found "Myspace" page, sold-out as the whole thing already is to the big-NewsCorp culture. If I had decided to take my Bachelor's degree literally, I'd probably be solidly in the Murdoch camp, probably running around embedded in some US or British platoon in the middle of Iraq if I wasn't already a weekend anchor for some TV news outlet.

It all feels like a "man against the world" type of thing... those of you old enough to remember, will recall the song from the band Survivor (which incidentally, I was listening to before 'Til Tuesday). Just when you've one thing down, something else rears its head. I just recently mastered the art of logging online to my nursing school textbook's website to download chapter content so I don't have to lug the GD 812-pound tome around school, and here comes this kid wondering why I don't have a MYSPACE PAGE!?

OK, so here I am... and hopefully between the gasping breaths I take between lecture, lab, clinical, work, work, work, soccer practice, work, soccer game, work, synagogue, church, work... I'll have time to keep things like this up... because I surely don't want to upset the 19-year-old who is no doubt scouring Myspace for my page.

- NursingGuy

Monday, January 10, 2005

College

Well here it is another semester in the never-ending saga of people going to school. The difference with me is that I've been here once before. I've been through the college thing, but it's been about 15 years. OK, so I'm nuts.

Not that I'm in horribly errant company here. As I look around, there are lots of people my age, or even older, messing around in the hallowed halls of this auspicious institution. OK so I don't feel SO bad.

The first time I was around the college thing, the concept of being a "non-traditional student" was something horrible. You were supposed to go to college when you were "young", graduate after having one beer too many in the frat house, not remember half of the stuff you studied, but then throw your mortarboard up in the air, get kicked in the fanny, and into your exciting life of white-shirt-and-tie drugery in some cube farm, whilst attaching yourself to your wife, your kids, and your mortgage. Then, hopefully after about a zillion years or so, you could move up and get on in your job, and out of the farm, shower your spouse with expensive gifts thanks to your enormous pay raise, kick your kids out of the house and into their own lives and college experience paid for by your upwardly-mobile career, and then some day retire to the "good life", where you can kick back in your easy chair, smoke your pipe whilst your loving wife brought you your paper and slippers, coddle your grandkids whilst knowing you can easily "give them back", and otherwise watch the rest of your life tick away.

Did I just describe the 1950's, or what?

But nowadays, it's not quite that way. Now, if you're lucky enough to have a job for more than 3 years at a time, posterior-kissers have leap-frogged over you to get on in their careers, whilst some dragon who couldn't give a rip about you hands you off to the Unemployment office. Then, after you've made history by contributing to that particular week's "first-time jobless claims" number, you fade into bureaucratic obscurity. Meanwhile, you're caught between a rock and a hard place wondering where your next job is going to come from, and sometimes where your next meal is going to come from. You wonder if somehow you can send your 8-year-old out to work, and endure the slings and arrows of an outraged spouse who can't stand the fact that you're on your keyster looking for something you can't seem to find in this economy, whilst she has to go out to work herself to make ends meet.

Or perhaps you're just a bit luckier than that. Maybe you married into a situation where both husband and wife work, and do very well, and that's OK. So what if the kids rarely see either one of you... that's today's society, right? So what if Johnny has a key to the house and steps off the bus from first grade to a loving, handmade... note from Mom, saying "dinner's in the fridge, see you after 9, Dad should be home by 11... do your homework, and don't stay up too late."

Wait a minute... I'm pining for the 1950's. I think I just made myself real depressed there.

But for me, it's something I've wanted to do ever since high school, and never thought I could... nursing. OK, so listened to the guidance counsellor when she said "you'd better try to go on radio or something... you could never be a nurse." OK, so I suckered into the jokes from my classmates who called male nursing "gay" and "stupid." So, I went and got my B.A. in a completely different field, and ended up not working in it at all. So now I've got a degree, education, and now a "trade" after the dot-com bubble killed my industry until its predicted return in 2007. My family can't wait that long, and the climate is REAL good for what I wanted to do all along, but stupidly never thought I could. Until now.

I was in Anatomy & Physiology class earlier today, and just realised... "OK, I get this..."

So it's a mid-life crisis. But instead of forgetting my kid and dumping my wife for some 19-year-old bimbo, I'm changing careers... again. At least I'm not the only one. "I think I can... I think I can..."

Once more around eternity,

GroomerGuy

Friday, December 31, 2004

This is only a test.

Dear diary,

Did I forget about you? Oh well... Happy New Year. My life hasn't been the greatest during 2004, so as I sit here on my PDA testing out the neat little old features of this blog site, I'm hoping and praying for a better 2005...

Once more around eternity,
GroomerGuy

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Around Eternity The First Time...

As I open the door very slightly, I peek through and realise that I've been here before...

Well maybe not exactly right here, but it's close enough. I've lived too long, but for some people, it's not long enough. There's a problem with that dichotomy, but if you don't mind that, neither will I.

Before I ramble on too much further, first I suppose I should thank whoever will actually read this at some future date for reading. And I suppose that for someone who's grown up remembering the days of the very first IBM PC's that couldn't connect to the Internet if you spelled it to them, and that for having computers in my veins ever since those first fascinations with Radio Shack "Trash-80" 12" floppy disks and mainframe punch cards, it's been way too long in arriving that I'd pick up on this "blog" bug. Sure, I've done lots of Internet-y things, but this is my first foray into the "digital diary" effect. Maybe I'll like it. Maybe you will, too.

Give it time, I'm sure I'll figure out what everyone else already figured out, what with their fancy blogs full of colourful designs, pictures, tons of posts and dedicated readers. Hmm... that'd be nice. But for now, I'll take one step at a time and customise as I go along.

Somewhere around eternity, I'll let at least myself know what kind of insanity I'm up to, and hopefully meet a friend or two along the way.

Once More Around Eternity,
GroomerGuy