Tornado Drills

Over a month ago, during our morning meeting, it was announced that our facility would be participating in a city-wide tornado drill on April 17^th. I signed up for PTO for the 17th because I knew that sometimes, these things have a way of going live. It was nice to have a Thursday off, and I ran a bunch of errands and got some spring cleaning done.

When I came to work on Friday the 18^th, everyone was saying that nothing much happened for the drill and there were no adverse weather events. Then they tell me that the Director of Nursing quit suddenly, and I would now be doing all the scheduling for the entire Nursing Department, and Corporate added some extra responsibilities on top of that (for no extra money of course.)

Then every whiner and malingerer came out of the woodwork to tell me their sob stories and childcare issues and how they never work nights or weekends and that these are all the PTO days they to have off, etc., etc., etc.,

I may have been in shock a little bit, because I was surprisingly calm. The whole place was utter chaos and they are still reeling from the fall out a week later.

I said, “Yeah, there WAS a tornado here, just not the kind you were thinking about.” I ended up spending most of the day calling people to see if they can come in and work a graveyard shift since one of our CNA's was a no call, no show for the second night in a row. Oh yeah, this is going to be very fun, I can tell already.

So, I ended up working last Saturday, and as much as I totally don't want to, I have to work tomorrow (Saturday) as well. It is what it is, I guess. I was already so busy, but my checks should be nice with the amount of overtime I'm getting. Like usual, I just take things one day at a time.

Cederq – if you are reading this, I did plan on calling you tomorrow, but now I won't have time. I will try to call on Sunday, we really need to catch up.

I wanted to write about the nightmare of going to pick up my new glasses, or my experience with multi-factor authentication at work but those stories will just have to wait. Wanted to get something posted cuz I know it's been a really long time.

Hope you all are well. Take care out there!

Doctors and Zombies

I am still very busy these days, and it takes me a couple hours to write a blog post sometimes, which is one of the reasons I don't get a chance to post that often anymore. I'd like to say that spring is finally here, but since it is only 30 degrees at the moment, it will probably be a little late this year. I'm so sick of the cold.

Speaking of sick, (not that I am, mind you) since my last job only lasted 4 or 5 months, and I paid for insurance that I never used, I decided that this time, I would use it right away, just in case.

The first stop was the regular doctor (I haven't see one since I have been in Kansas, at least three years going on forever.) All I wanted was a prescription for my thyroid medicine. That's it. But of course, they have to take a blood test, and while they are in there they will test for every disease known to man, and then tell you that you have half of them and then write you a slew of prescriptions. The medical establishment and the pharmaceutical companies are the enemy, so I'll just wander into their camp and say Hey, here I am. It's a nightmare.

After stating unequivocally that I just want a prescription for thyroid, refusing to answer a good portion of the medical history questions (my data is worth more than gold baby), that she can prescribe cholesterol medicine all day long – I wont take it, and don't even try to write a script for the rat poison they call Vitamin D, I agreed to take the labs. She was very unhappy with the fact that I'd been taking donated levothyroxine of various strengths for the last several years. Well, that source was drying up anyway, hence my need to get a real prescription. Maybe now a days, after being poisoned since birth, we literally can't survive without a pill of some sort. I don't know. I did agree to addressing some of my other higher lab numbers. We'll see how it all works out in the end.

By the time I had to go to the Eye Doctor, I was in no mood to answer any more personal questions. Did you know that if you ever say you are depressed to a doctor, it NEVER comes off your medical record? It is there for the rest of your life, even if you are now the happiest person on earth.

On the initial paperwork, I left almost all of it blank, including my social security number. If they are going to use our info against us, I'm going to make it very hard to come by. So I was especially annoyed by the time the little assistant walked me back to the exam room to ask more invasive questions. When she asked me if I smoked, I said, that is not relevant to getting a pair of glasses. She started saying a bunch of nonsense about its all about the total body, etc.

I doubled down. I could see the drop down list of acceptable answers on the computer, yet I just didn't want to answer. After an incredibly long and painful silence, I finally said, “is patient refuses to answer on the list?” She said, “Well, the doctor will want to know this.” I answered, “I'm sure the doctor will deal.”

That was the end of that I guess. Oh, and she was training a new assistant at the time. Welcome to the new job sweet heart.

My eye doctor herself was very nice and the exam was fairly uneventful. All good. As I'm waiting in the lobby to pick out my frames, there was a mother with her daughter who was getting her very first pair of glasses. The daughter was only 5 or 6 years old. I over heard the mother tell the little girl that her new glasses would protect her from zombies.

As if I wasn't annoyed enough already. That was the stupidest thing I had ever heard in my life. First of all why does your 5 year old daughter even know about zombies! Second of all, why would you lie to her like that? No pair of glasses, no matter how thick, is going to protect her from zombies. You might as well have said that Santa Claus is going to protect her from zombies. Sheesh! It take at least a double tap, from what I hear.

I should be able to pick up my new glasses in a couple weeks.

Anyways, I gotta get back to my chores. I hope you all are doing well.

Take care out there.

My Thoughts on The Movie “The Creator”

I watched the movie, “The Creator” this last weekend. I think that if the movie had been given any other name, it would not have been so controversial at the time. Here is the trailer:

I actually loved the movie. Of course, I'm a huge science fiction fan anyway. Not that this movie wasn't filled with predictive programming and pushing an agenda. It definitely was. (Spoiler alert!) The American Military was definitely the bad guys, ruthless and unsympathetic. And all the robots, especially the ones with realistic human faces, were kind and helpful, just wanting to be left alone to raise the human children in their care.

The robots were even “spiritual”. Some were Buddhists and some would be holding prayer beads, etc. Of course they worshiped pagan gods. Idols such as themselves. The entire premise of the movie was to get people to feel sorry for the AI and to see them as the good guys. I can see how people could come away feeling exactly that.

But like I said, it was science fiction. Here is where we are in real life:

Now, I actually suspect that some of those clips of robots doing side flips could be CGI. Not completely buying it at this point. But, who knows. I don't see any robots around in real life yet. Also, when we are talking about military applications for AI and robot technology, let's remember WHO the enemy really is. It's not China or Russia or North Korea. It is us, the general populace around the world. I'm sure all the heads of state in all the countries would just love to send swarms of drones after us. It's all part of the plan, eventually.

And, frankly, it really pisses me off when they talk about robots and AI being care givers at nursing homes. Whoever is designing this evil technology has NEVER taken care of an elderly person before. But then again, they would love to have vulnerable seniors who can't fight back at their mercy. I'm sure the care a robot would give in a nursing home would be more like the following video and not the way they are portrayed in the movies:

Take care out there.

Whipped or Wipped?

We had a beautiful week of spring, with clear blue skies and warm breezes. Then the planes came and sprayed the sky. The next day it was cold again and the air was filled with dust and brown. I saw it as I drove home from work and knew that they were trying to cause tornadoes. Although there were no tornadoes in my state that I know of, the dust storm was so thick on I-70, that it caused a 70 car pile up where 8 people lost their lives. The rescue workers couldn't get to the people who were hurt due to how thick the dust was. Later my sister told me that the dust storm was six HUNDRED miles wide. That's half the distance between Oregon and Kansas. A sizable chunk of the country.

Then it was warm for a few days and the sky was blue. But the planes came again and sprayed. Two days later it was below freezing. It snowed. I was outside in it and the snow stuck to my shirt in little balls. Once back inside it took much longer than it should have for the little balls to melt. So yeah, the snow was fake. But the wind was real and the icy cold. I made sure to take the back roads home.

I stopped at the store on the way because my husband had nothing for his lunches and I needed to pick up some more creamer. Weirdly, I found myself standing in front of the whipped cream. I didn't need any whipped cream so I thought it strange why I was looking at them. Then I realized that the cans of Reddi Whip were now spelled Reddi Wip. I got so angry. Can we contribute any more blatantly to the dumbing down of society? I deliberately bought a can of whipped cream from a competing brand. I will never again buy Reddi Wip. Of course, the internet tells me that it has ALWAYS been spelled Wip, with Snopes being the main “debunker”. Such incredible bullshit. There is no way back in the 40's when it first came out that spelling it wip would have happened. Not to mention that everything Snopes says, the opposite is true. It has to be the fakest and gayest Mandela effect yet. They aren't even trying anymore. Give me a break.

Meanwhile the techno-wizards and mathematical alchemists cast spells with their quantum computers, building a world-wide digital ouiji board. Instead of your fingertips on the planchett, your fingers are on the keyboard, asking AI demons stupid questions. I'm telling you now, don't talk to them. They are lying spirits waiting to deceive.

And when did Elon Musk get so important he travels to the Pentagon to discuss national security issues? I have woken up in Bizarro world and I can't escape. Plus, I'm sure you have by now seen the clip of the drone show in Florida featuring Trump and the beginning of the “Golden Age”

It creeps me out to no end. This is not a good sign. People are worshiping this man, who is literally agreeing to be back in the Commonwealth of England? Possibly. And for God's sake, don't buy a Tesla.

Take care out there.

Incontinence Training

I can't go into details, although I would like to, but apparently, I need to be re-educated on incontinence training so that I can be more compliant with the globalist agenda on board with the new technology coming down the road. See video below. Coming to an adult diaper near you.

Wow. Blizzards, Tornados AND Fires.

Yeah. All in a day's work. 

Plus, some idiot at work decided to test positive for the C-word and now all hell has broken loose. I let them know that it will be a cold day in hell before I'm taking a test and I won't be wearing a mask. Who needs bird flu when you have the gift that keeps on giving. 

Transcendence Re-Imagined

Weirdly came across this video. Only 6 hours old. If they are telling you about it, the technology is already old. This is spiritual, and not in a good way. 

It reminded me of the movie Transcendence. If you haven't seen it, you really should. It could possibly be our future.