Keeping a Record

I need to keep a record for work of supervisor’s transgressions. I need to be able to edit it on a weekly basis. Seems a blog would be a good place.

  • Thursday September 26th My supervisor stated in front of colleague/roommate and another supervisor “Oh is this your wife” and I restated “No, she’s my roommate.”
  • Friday September 27th I emailed a complaint to supervisor’s supervisor
  • Monday September 30th Supervisor was talked to, written up and shown the email
  • Wednesday October 2nd supervisor asked me if my “intention was for me to get written up?” and “did I think about” the consequences of my actions; did not apologize, and stated “people say that all the time as a joke. It was a joke”. I reiterated it “is illegal” and “inappropriate”, “out of context when consulting with a client” and “embarrassing”.
  • Wednesday October 9th supervisor did not inform me that my supervision was cancelled; she walked over to me and said “Oops, I messed up … no, I didn’t.” Supervisor double-booked my weekly supervision time at 3pm with an interview; did the same thing following Wednesday at October 16th.
  • Friday October 4th Supervisor hung up on when I was calling to consult about a client; claimed to never receive my text message – I can refute this by checking my cell service provider.
  • Monday October 21st During Group Supervision: Supervisor stated I needed to have all 10 packets for the month due in to her by the end of following day, this is a soft deadline that no one else on the therapy team has to comply to; other team members in session were not told to submit by a particular day, and they have less than 10 packets. Other soft deadlines have been established for packets as the 25th, and company hard deadline is the last day of the month.
  • Wednesday October 23rd Supervisor tells me during individual supervision that I’m “snooty” and “maybe this isn’t the right place for you” regarding difficulties with my two laptops not functioning well with the company’s electronic medical record system which runs on Internet Explorer 8 (and the two laptops automatically update; currently running on IE10). I admit that I’m not polite when pressed for a hard deadline which is really a soft-deadline. Supervisor admitted that “[HV] and I decided that everyone should turn in their packets on the Monday before they’re due”. Her job as a supervisor is to inform her team of this decision; She did not. She threatened my job security over notes. Then she proceeded to congratulate me on my billing for the previous week. Supervisor stated “you’re not the only one with skeleton notes” but only tells me “maybe this isn’t the right place for you.” Additionally, supervisor states “You need to find a way to get a new computer” because she’s so intimately acquainted with my finances to tell me what to do with my money right after she threatens to have me fired. Supervisor stated I needed to work on being able to trust her and communicate.
  • supervisor pushes all of us on the team to make more than productivity, which is 1560; I informed supervisor that if I got 19 hours for previous week that I had made productivity; she stated “but you brought everyone else up”. So? if company policy is 1560, then stop talking to me like I’m delinquent for not having some magical number that upper management isn’t concerned with.
  • Monday October 28th, Supervisor stated in group supervision at 9:30am that “packets are due today at noon” which was verified with QA and supervisor’s own supervisor.

Family

Can be attricious.

The situation: My roomate made plans beginning of May to move out and did so this past Sunday. I’m swinging rent in excess of $1500 by myself for August. I’ve found a place to share with coworker for total $1265. That’s a savings of $150/month for me.

My dad offered financial assistance last week. I held off & he retracted it Sunday morning. Then he had buyers remorse, and called me today. He wants me to stay at current place, which I csnnot afford with my student debt & car loans. I can’t afford to eat at this point.

His thought is that I submitted paperwork to Sallie Mae to adjust my loans & is counting my chickens before they hatch. Yet SM hasn’t responded yet.

If you withdraw support, don’t you think the horse will stop pulling the cart, and kick you? Especially when you tease the horse?

Birth Control Pill

The World Health Organization has been labelled oral birth contraceptives a Level I Carcinogen, as in it is in the top tier of causes for Cancer, thereby breast cancer. Furthermore, they (the WHO) have not retracted this statement.

Yet did your OB/GYN or GP/PCP tell you of this?

To clarify, you not only increase your chances of cancer, but breast cancer, and infertility via usage of birth control. That’s a nice price to pay for sexual freedom: unable to conceive children when you want them, and you can increase your chances of any form of cancer, but especially breast cancer.

Source: http://www.who.int/reproductivehealth/topics/ageing/cocs_hrt_statement.pdf

Letting Go

In teaching Confirmation this past year, I have been on more retreats, and attended Mass than I originally thought I would be doing. On days that I was teaching my kids, as I’ve come to call them, I went in the morning at my own parish so that I could pray and focus on the Sacrifice, as the evening Mass with my kids after we finished teaching would be spent shushing them and reminding them to spit out their gum.

Through out the year I have found time to pray for my kids, and fretted over them like a spiritual mother hen.
Then I was so nervous for them on Friday evening when they were received the Sacrament of Confirmation. Here, they are, standing before God and Church, Angels and Demons, declaring that they are Catholic. Were they ready? Would any of them return for Mass on Sunday of their own volition and Love of God? I spent the Mass and remainder of the evening praying that they would. I did all I could for them, invoking the protection, guidance, and love of the Angels, Saints, their Guardian Angels, and the Patrons they had chosen for themselves.
But if I constantly and consistently worry over these teens, their ability to understand and defend the Faith and against Satan, what was I letting God do? So, in the wee hours of Saturday morning, I let go, grabbed my St Benedict cross, and went to sleep.