We are fat, homicidal, STD ridden, poorest air quality....shit I can't even remember all of the list. I guess the experts have figured out why:

Detroit earned the dubious distinction of "worst place for sleeping," writes Sperling. Detroit had low scores across the board -- in the Happiness Index, in physical and mental health, and in employment rate. "The lone bright spot was the commute time, which was average for our study," he writes. Detroit residents had nine days of poor sleep per month, 10% higher than average.

Yawn.

Downtown Chick Chat posted about a haunted home where the owners snapped a picture of a ghost. It's a great picture but takes a little concentration to actually see the image.

Check it out.

Once I seen it I think I peed my pants.

Curtsey to The Chick for giving me the thrill.

Whoa. Is this week off to a roaring start?!? I have only 4 more work days to get through before I fly out of this crazy town for a few days. There is always something in the air here before Devil's Night, the night Detroit always claims no longer exists. Remember last year when Kwame baby claimed the night had been quiet and the citizens of Detroit were good? Then a week later it's announced in the back page of the paper that over 200 fires were put out? Oh...that's right, we aren't supposed to talk about that.

I had a few conversations with some police people yesterday and we were discussing shootings and I was told in a no nonsense sort of way "well if a shooting happens in Detroit you won't read about it, it's kept out of the news. Doesn't look good you know?"

Don't I. We must be spared from the truth at all cost, right?

Republicans Have Better Sex.

Need I say more?

Rochelle Riley of the Detroit Free Press wants to know what is up with married men and hotel rooms. She's putting in her two cents worth about the Bill O'Reilly "sex scandal". As she goes on to talk about the more famous cheaters: Bill Clinton, Kobe Bryant...she asks a question I think most women have asked.

How many times does this have to happen before men stop thinking with what's below their waists instead of what's above their shoulders?

Got me Rochelle. I think many are stumped by this, men and women.

After being on the shitty end of a relationship more than once where this has happened I've never been able to figure out why the person doesn't have the morals or the respect to end the relationship before going on the prowl.

Yep there is pain and anger when you find out a partner has lied and broken a trust...which for me it's time to hit the road, there is no working it out. Yes, I'm an unforgiving bitch but I can live with that. What I can't live with is waiting to see if it really will happen again. What's the chances of someone actually developing a code of honor half way down the road of life? Slim to none.

So I've heard Rochelles question come from my lips and many of my friends lips. I've only ever heard one answer that explains a man's behavior for adultery or infidelity that made any sense of it all and yes this might be offensive to some, but it put it all together for me when he said "the only thing better than pussy is new pussy".

Is that really all it is?

I'm not sure if it's a nightmare or a blessing. This summer we had many cameras installed throughout the workplace and parking lot. All views show up on a nice little monitor hooked up to a hard drive that archives the last 30 days. Ain't that special?

The blessing part is if I have a patient care complaint, a theft, a car getting scratched in the parking lot etc., it's all captured by the cute little cameras. A serious offense can be captured making my life with Union reps, grievances and arbitrations a no argument situation. Hard to argue with technicolor proof.

The nightmare part is: somebody has to burn off the time frame in question from the hard drive, take it home and spend hours reviewing the video from all these cameras. Take copious notes and type up a nice summary. Guess who that sucker is?

Needless to say I've spent the last two evenings at home viewing, viewing and viewing. Why can't people just do their fucking job, go home, watch TV...screw around on the internet? Lead a boring life like me?

Anyway, it's just amazing what people will do on camera.

Once again I haven't blogged for ages. My friend asked me Sunday if I was going to blog and my answer was "nope". Sometimes there just isn't anything there. Still isn't.

The news and TV is full of Bush and Kerry whoring themselves around the nation. If I were to vote it would be Bush. Kerry is a revised version of Clinton and Gore, convictions and beliefs can be bought. Anyway I'm not going any farther down that avenue, I've posted before I have no use for wusses.

The news bombardment about Christopher Reeve's death leaves me with undefined emotions. Sure he was handsome and a ok actor. He got lucky landing the Superman role. I guess what gets to me is how he's being called a hero. An inspiration, yes. Hero, no. I wonder how many quads would be an inspiration if they had the bank account to buy an electric wheelchair, buy a van to haul them around, buy 24 hour nursing care, extensive physical therapy without a cap from an insurance company or medicaid, a loving family with money that could care for them in the home. Hell even a family that doesn't have to sell almost everything to pay for the medical care. So the real inspiration I'm thinking is to have money if a very bad thing happens.

So, like I said, I really haven't got anything to say.

Last week was our annual inspection which lasted four days. We did very, very well. I'm still some what numb over that. It was a week of hell with 12-13 hour days of work, 3-4 hours sleep per night. Ok, ok, a little too much stress. There is nothing like 5 and 6 government workers coming to your place of employment and trying for 8 hours a day, 4 days in a row to try to find errors.

The inspectors go through everything: patient records, employee files, inservice records, infection control records, and every room in the building. They watch medication passes, treatments, transfers, general care, patient and employee interactions, and they meet with the families and residents behind close doors.

I'm never really worried about the "big" stuff for us because I know we work and try very hard. It's the small stuff that can make a survey go bad fast like: forgetting to knock on a door, dropping a washcloth on the floor, not washing your hands after handing someone medications, a medication bottle not dated when opened, calling a favorite patient "Sweetie" or "Hon". Yep those minor things can start adding up in citations fast.

Anyway we had the best survey this building has had in at least 10 years. Yea! My upper lip is almost healed and my lower lip is healing from almost be chewed off. I never quite realize I'm doing this under stress until someone asks why I have blood running from my mouth. Ugh.

So the last two nights I've had the best sleep that I've had in weeks. Well except for the part last night dreaming I was sleeping in a chair beside the bed of Ronald Reagan as he was recuperating from a fractured hip. Just where does this shit come from?