cursing

The Kitchen Lady

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I was in a meeting recently, and a few people from other departments were talking in another language about some weight-loss regimen one of them was on. All I could gather was that it involved drinking a lot of water and eating egg whites. I couldn’t help feeling like they were talking “over” me or “around” me about the topic because I’m the unit dietitian who actually knows about sane, healthy weight loss and would likely disapprove of their crazy fad diet.

We were passing the phone around to talk to a patient’s family member, and when one of these women was about to pass me the phone, she said, “And here’s the, uh, kitchen lady.”

I hung this up in my office as a reminder not to curse at work.
I hung this up in my office as a reminder not to curse at work. Think it’ll help?

Not gonna lie—I kinda lost my sh!t a little bit. I said, “Yep. Four f***ing years of  schooling and a f***ing Masters degree and I’m still the goddamn Kitchen Lady.” For better or worse, I think only the social worker heard me. You can take the girl outta Jersey…However, I instantly switched back to cheerful work mode. No reason to take stuff out on someone else.

I don’t know if this is good or bad, but either way, this job has lowered my bullish!t tolerance to zero. That said, it’s also made me calmer and more patient, more inclined to be kind and open-minded. And I always refer to people by their title—chances are, they worked hard to get where they are. Here’s to hoping that one day, mutual respect will be a reality instead of a pipe dream.

Le sigh. On the plus side, I just found out I have 12 vacation days I need to use between mid-November and the end of January. And 2 personal days. Hopefully some time off will quell the wtf-ness. Until then, gotta keep on keeping on with the help of some good food, good sleep, and exercise that makes me feel at least energetic enough to handle what comes my way!

How do you combat the wtf blues? What would you do with 12 vacation days? 

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On my mind this Monday

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1.) I swear, sometimes it seems like I just can’t take me anywhere. Luckily, there are people in my life who do it anyway and aren’t bothered by casual after-work-conversation f-bombs (it’s a New Jersey thing) or tendency to knock over glasses.

Saturday night-at least my prosecco glass was almost empty when I knocked it over the calamari
Saturday night-at least my prosecco glass was almost empty when I knocked it over the calamari

2.) Sunday food-prep is one of my favorite good habits. IMG_2970

3.) If weekends were longer, would we appreciate them as much? Just a thought. One of the hospitals I did my clinical rotations at had four-day, 40-hour workweeks for their dietitians instead of the usual five, and sometimes I wonder what that would be like.

4.) Bitchpleaseadrine is my new favorite word. It seems I’ve been upping my dosage a bit without realizing it lately. So it goes. As long as I don’t overdo it on the backthef***uphenol, I think it’ll all be okay. I wish I could take credit for these terms, but alas, I cannot.

5.) Signs—I may work in a clinical profession, but I have never not believed in the unexplainable. If nothing else, I respect the idea that there might be stuff going on that most of us don’t see. Anyway, for the past week or so, I’ve been finding feathers in my path.

At first I just laughed at the coincidence, but then it was in weird places like the subway platform, an Amtrak train, and then in a patient’s room. They were talking about having been resuscitated and being “glad to be back,” and then they asked if I was a spiritual person. I looked down and there was this tiny little feather at my feet. Interesting…Sounds silly, but I kind of got chills.

It continued over the weekend, with feathers appearing in other places—on clothes, an album cover someone showed me, and even as a tattoo on a girl ringing me up in a store Sunday. Well well well.  After a while, you just have to ask yourself why. I have my ideas, but in any case, what matters most about signs is what they mean to the person who sees them as signs, instead of some objective answer. So yeah.

6.) I’ve been enjoying my leftover banana bread straight from the freezer. Um…frozen banana bread is amazing, especially when mixed in with Greek yogurt and cocoa powder. RDs eat weird stuff–so what?

7.) For the past few weeks, my subconscious has slowly been going down the list of ex-boyfriends. I’ve been having detailed dreams where we talk about why it never would have worked and how much better life is now. Weird but kind of nice to get closure, even if it’s all in my head. That’s really all that matters, anyway. And hey, maybe if the feathers thing was in part to remind me of this song, then the pieces all kind of fit together:

What’s on your mind this Monday?