Updatey things
Jul. 30th, 2008 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amanda_loddenI'm solidly in "omigod, too much piling up" mode, so this may end up being disjointed. It'll probably also remain open most of the day so that I can toss more into it as I think of it, which is why it'll probably be disjointed.
John's grandmother is doing better. She's got pneumonia, but she's more coherent and more stable than she was before. The panic level has largely died down, which is a definite plus. There's a big push to try and get her to move closer to the rest of us. Hopefully the rest of the family will be sensible and try to gentle manuever her into the idea, but at least a few of them are gearing up for a full frontal assault. This is bound to go badly, as she does not respond well to demands. (No Lodden does. If you want to get a Lodden to do something, they have to think it was their own idea. Bonus points if they think they have to convince YOU to do it. In this particular case, I count myself as a Lodden as well.)
My mother is not doing better. Last week we got a call from the assisted living place asking our permission to up her mood-altering medication, as she was being abusive to the staff. (You're damn straight we gave them permission to up it. Caregivers deal with enough bullshit as it is, they don't need abuse as well.)
I function better when I
1) Eat a decent breakfast
2) Remember to take my medications AND a multivitamin
3) Sleep 8 hours
#2 doesn't help for the day I do it, but it makes a huge difference the next day. Yesterday I forgot to do it, and I'm feeling it this morning.
Two days ago though, I managed to do all three, and I had a fabulously productive day. In fact, I had a fabulously productive day before lunchtime, which left the afternoon free to play. Mom's fully moved out of American House, including shutting off all the utilities and turning in the cable equipment.
I also function better in the morning, which is problematic since I do not like to get up in the morning. But I've noticed that upon returning from lunch, I am a space cadet for at least an hour or two. Mostly I've attempted to deal with this by scheduling brain-dead busywork for the early afternoon, but without getting up in the morning this means that all I really manage to get done is the brain-dead busywork.
Our conference room (aka my summer office) is poorly insulated. The woman who has the office on the other side of the wall spends a lot of time on the phone. These things do not go well together. Also, she keeps her cell phone on vibrate a lot, and it sounds like a jackhammer when it goes off.
The phrase of the day, and likely the next several years, is "clean and coherent". Pretty much everything we have is a random assortment of things that looked good at the time. Julianna and I just had a conversation in which it appeared that a customer was being seriously overcharged, tot he tune of $1 per local call. Except that when we looked at their bill to give them a credit, it turned out that the credit we were going to give them was much larger than what they'd been charged on their entire bill, much less just the local calls on it. Why? Because when the customer was originally set up, someone said "Give them a million free calls." The question was asked "What if they send us a million and one?" and the response was "Then charge them a dollar a call after that. I don't care." So the "dollar per call" bit was for calls exceeding one million per month, which never happened. We have confusing and idiotic crap like that EVERYWHERE in our systems.
And it's my job to find it all and figure out how to fix it. Lucky me.
We took Nichole out for sushi today. She did pretty well, even though Matt attempted to torture her by telling her stories about fish eggs hatching in your mouth. I made a tactical error, though-- she asked what she was supposed to do if she didn't like any of it, and I told her that as long as she tried at least one piece of everything, if she didn't have enough to eat by the end of it, we'd stop and get her McDonald's on the way back. Of course, that guaranteed that she didn't eat more than one of anything, even the stuff she declared to be "not bad". Still, she did try 5 different pieces of sushi (nothing raw; when I'm introducing someone to sushi for the first time I never order anything raw) plus a potsticker and a few of the items in a bento box (the grapes, a bit of the salad, and the chicken teriyaki). As an added bonus, we told Shane that he had to use chopsticks to eat his favorite type of sushi, and he did us one better by using them for the entire meal, which even included a couple of vegetables (virtually unheard of for Shane's meals). I'm so proud...
John's grandmother is doing better. She's got pneumonia, but she's more coherent and more stable than she was before. The panic level has largely died down, which is a definite plus. There's a big push to try and get her to move closer to the rest of us. Hopefully the rest of the family will be sensible and try to gentle manuever her into the idea, but at least a few of them are gearing up for a full frontal assault. This is bound to go badly, as she does not respond well to demands. (No Lodden does. If you want to get a Lodden to do something, they have to think it was their own idea. Bonus points if they think they have to convince YOU to do it. In this particular case, I count myself as a Lodden as well.)
My mother is not doing better. Last week we got a call from the assisted living place asking our permission to up her mood-altering medication, as she was being abusive to the staff. (You're damn straight we gave them permission to up it. Caregivers deal with enough bullshit as it is, they don't need abuse as well.)
I function better when I
1) Eat a decent breakfast
2) Remember to take my medications AND a multivitamin
3) Sleep 8 hours
#2 doesn't help for the day I do it, but it makes a huge difference the next day. Yesterday I forgot to do it, and I'm feeling it this morning.
Two days ago though, I managed to do all three, and I had a fabulously productive day. In fact, I had a fabulously productive day before lunchtime, which left the afternoon free to play. Mom's fully moved out of American House, including shutting off all the utilities and turning in the cable equipment.
I also function better in the morning, which is problematic since I do not like to get up in the morning. But I've noticed that upon returning from lunch, I am a space cadet for at least an hour or two. Mostly I've attempted to deal with this by scheduling brain-dead busywork for the early afternoon, but without getting up in the morning this means that all I really manage to get done is the brain-dead busywork.
Our conference room (aka my summer office) is poorly insulated. The woman who has the office on the other side of the wall spends a lot of time on the phone. These things do not go well together. Also, she keeps her cell phone on vibrate a lot, and it sounds like a jackhammer when it goes off.
The phrase of the day, and likely the next several years, is "clean and coherent". Pretty much everything we have is a random assortment of things that looked good at the time. Julianna and I just had a conversation in which it appeared that a customer was being seriously overcharged, tot he tune of $1 per local call. Except that when we looked at their bill to give them a credit, it turned out that the credit we were going to give them was much larger than what they'd been charged on their entire bill, much less just the local calls on it. Why? Because when the customer was originally set up, someone said "Give them a million free calls." The question was asked "What if they send us a million and one?" and the response was "Then charge them a dollar a call after that. I don't care." So the "dollar per call" bit was for calls exceeding one million per month, which never happened. We have confusing and idiotic crap like that EVERYWHERE in our systems.
And it's my job to find it all and figure out how to fix it. Lucky me.
We took Nichole out for sushi today. She did pretty well, even though Matt attempted to torture her by telling her stories about fish eggs hatching in your mouth. I made a tactical error, though-- she asked what she was supposed to do if she didn't like any of it, and I told her that as long as she tried at least one piece of everything, if she didn't have enough to eat by the end of it, we'd stop and get her McDonald's on the way back. Of course, that guaranteed that she didn't eat more than one of anything, even the stuff she declared to be "not bad". Still, she did try 5 different pieces of sushi (nothing raw; when I'm introducing someone to sushi for the first time I never order anything raw) plus a potsticker and a few of the items in a bento box (the grapes, a bit of the salad, and the chicken teriyaki). As an added bonus, we told Shane that he had to use chopsticks to eat his favorite type of sushi, and he did us one better by using them for the entire meal, which even included a couple of vegetables (virtually unheard of for Shane's meals). I'm so proud...
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Date: 2008-07-30 08:06 pm (UTC)Then I whine some more.
AJ
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Date: 2008-07-31 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-31 02:04 pm (UTC)AJ