Somebody, Save Me
The first, for the rediscovery of a fantastic album I discovered via cable’s digital music channel when I lived in Boston. I haven’t heard of or about Remy Zero since The Golden Hum (iTunes link) and haven’t listened to the entire album in ages, but today I did and loved it all over again. I bought the CD (back in the days when I still bought CDs) on Newbury Street. It brings back memories and it reunites me with a loved album just when I needed a pick up.
The second, for myself. Work has me at the end of a rapidly fraying rope. There’s nothing more frustrating to me than frustration and I run all day, am exhausted by 10AM, and it just feels like a dog chasing its tail. Management should have no say on how certain things are done. The opening of the new ORs has been a disaster of gargantuan proportions so has the concurrent hiring of new techs with attitudes and inexperienced nurses with the concurrent disaster of the summer operating season. Something tells me there will be a massive exodus soon. Everyone’s unhappy and stressed… all while management throws their shoulders out patting themselves on the back at the successful opening of all the new rooms. The press releases don’t say anything about the rooms being open but only half in use since we cannot staff them.
The third, for yet another on-point post about people and the creatures they call their children and why it’s detrimental to us all… including the children who are being crafted into horrible adults by their parents who refuse to craft them at all.

