I find this situation very uncomfortable...I have this 30 year old supervisor on one of my clinic shifts.
From the beginning he has been difficult, and then I noticed something; He liked the young girls.
That wouldn't of bothered me except that he was actually incredibly rude to me and I was treated different than the one younger girl on the shift.
Look...I don't look for those type of things, because I'm secure in who I am. But this problem finally came to a head when a younger member of my shift, a male, gave me his opinion that it was quite obvious that this punk of a supervisor was thinking from between his legs, and that it was clear that he liked younger girls.
I have sucked it up for 13 long weeks, and then I got to thinking, why should I have to deal with this YoHos preference for the girlies?
So I sent this letter....
I was trying to see it through the semester, but I'm finding the situation to be dreadful and I am just really uncomfortable with XXXXXX.
Sine the beginning of the semester I have been having troubles, and I thought it was just me....and its been getting worse and worse. So much so that an assistant made mention to me last Monday night that it was pretty obvious that Eric had something against me.
I have some ideas of what that can be, and I mentioned it to you. He seems to like the young girls and has that kind of reputation...
Two of my 30 something patients said that he creped them out..in so many words.
There have been many instances where XXX has raised his voice at me in front of others including a patient.
I really don't want to make this into a big deal, I would like to know if I could finish my shifts with Pat XXX?
Eric runs a disorganized shift without structure and is a scatter brain. I am sure that others find this to be acceptable, but I'm finding it awful, I've never seen anything this bad at the XXX clinic, and quite frankly its a little shocking that he has this position without any obvious experience.
How is he qualified to be a teacher? Who has he taught before?
Anyway, could you let me know if we could find a short term solution...I would really really really really appreciate it.
Thanks for your time and consideration.
Home # 619-501-
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:52 AM
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I had to post this thought...
I am addicted to political blogs...but I've stopped now because of the nasty nasty tone. Whom ever someone supports does not call for another person to belittle them or call their candidate nasty names. There is not right to this, it's just WRONG.
As a result of all of this, as someone who was looking forward to the election, and thought it was an exciting time for the democratic party, I'm now not interested in participating with the process.
I am officially handing in my resignation letter;
To all those nasty Hilliary and Obama people; I QUIT!
I'm considering the ole guy because of how nasty you people conduct your selves. Shame on all of you nasty bloggers.
Posted by Holly Mead at 9:03 AM
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I'm totally exhausted....but the good kind.
My www.pawhealer.com is shipping over $2000 per week.
I've developed a great customer base, and I'm growing almost daily. I am going to hire someone when I hit 3K...
Until then....I look UGLY...no haircuts, no eyebrow waxing, hardly any gym time and a little chubby.
Between school and finals, my giant old dirty broken down mansion, and the dogs that act as I'm the entertainment director, as well as chef...
There's nothing left for me.
Ahhhhhhh...But its all good for right now, because I know this little home based business is going to be a much bigger entity, and I'm totally excited about what I see ahead of me.
I just wish I could get a little balance....
Posted by Holly Mead at 9:48 PM
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Daisy would like to dedicate this post to Lone Chatelaine because she "so relates" to having an emotional time of things this weekend...and this is Daisy's way of coping.
After two weeks of receiving dry humps....she is just through with the whole mess...so she decided that she was just going to retreat to her own bed and not come out...
Honestly, Daisy has never done this before. She actually pulled this small bed over her head and burrowed under. I think she is trying to escape that Bad Dog Chico Martini whose continual admiration has gotten on her very last nerve.
Lone Chatelaine to know that there is always room for two!
Posted by Holly Mead at 8:34 PM
Friday, March 21, 2008
Today I went over to my neighbors house, an an old lady that lives by herself. I went over there to ask her to please cut her trees because they're overgrowing into my yard, so much so that they are causing the fence to be pushed to the ground.
Anyway, I know she's not been there for awhile, because someone who was feeding her cats had told me that she was in the hospital.
So when I actually saw someone parked in the driveway, I jumped at the chance to get these trees cut back because they're ruining my fence.
As I walked up the stairs I could feel that I had walked into the end of something, and that something was the actual ending to someone's life.
I looked past the open door into the living room and I saw boxes full of old stuff that was junkey and dusty and old...
But to the old lady that had lived there these were her things, her belongings and now they were just so randomly thrown in boxes, containers that were full of shoes, clothes, her life.
As I looked around the living room I saw an old dusty stereo from another time, that kind that actually had the arm with the needle, I remember those from when I was a kid.
She had a green and white shag carpet, very 1970's and all the furniture was brown, worn and made ugly by the passage of time.
All her trinkets looked dusty and worthless...but these worthless objects were a part of this woman I didn't know. They must of meant something to her.
And there I was witnessing something very personal...
I was observing the end of her life...all of her "stuff" was being piled into boxes to be thrown away or sold at an estate sale.
The end of her life....
Later as I was driving around a thought occurred to me...Why don't we celebrate the end of a life?
Why is the end of life so oppressive? So opposite as the beginning of life.....
Is it because the end of life is the end of our dreams? The end of what could of been?
Hopefully when we leave we are shedding all those old disappointments and leaving them with all those boxes of junk, and going on to a place free of all the worthless "stuff" we've accumulated while here on earth..
And just maybe that oppressive end to this woman's live was actually the freeing of her soul, because she had left her worthless 'stuff' behind so she could travel more freely through the universe.
I hope so.
Posted by Holly Mead at 8:04 PM
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
This is what I have suspected...however seeing it in actual hard numbers really sucks.
Its the nature of women, in the work place, not to want to support another woman if she is perceived as competitive and aggressive. Women and power seem to be a problem for men as well as other women.
For some reason...and I see it with my own family... for an example my aunt Patty talks about Hillary Clinton as being shrill...Augggg
I was called shrill l when I working my way up the corporate ladder. I had to endure all kinds of personality analysis that I do not see going on with my male counter parts.
Whats wrong with voting for a woman anyway? A black man is better than a white woman?
This whole thing is really shitty.
"Thirty nine percent of registered voters said a woman running for president faces more obstacles while 33 percent said a black candidate does."
"More voters admit their unwillingness to vote for a woman. Nearly one in five voters says that all things being equal, they would rather vote for a man."
-- Eric Dienstfrey
Posted by Holly Mead at 9:36 AM
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I believe that we can always learn something from our dogs...and Daisy's recent entry in woman hood has given me a lot of food for fodder.
I have been amused while watching her trying to woo her three pack members.
First she started with Pinky and she finally figured out that he was worthless, and she moved her dance right on over to Orbit.
With her tail held high, and her Cookie saluting Orbit, she then figured out that his attempt was futile...
With her obvious disenchantment, and becoming more desperate, she went to the bottom of the barrel and began to try her feminine wiles on That Bad Dog Chico Martini.
Of course Chico, in his slow moving, slow motion, clumsy style gave it his best shot..he hoisted his fat ass on top of her, giving her a couple of dry humps....
Daisy cried out indigently and with a shout of pain....and she went limping away....LOL
Chico had hurt her hind leg!
Poor Daisy can't get no satisfaction, sound familiar?
Posted by Holly Mead at 3:52 PM
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Here I sit....it's a gloomy night, looks like its gonna rain.
Another week, and tomorrow, I'm going to sit through a six hour lecture listening to a translation of a Chinese classic regarding clinical application of Traditional Chinese Medicine...O boy...fun..NOT! But this is a professor that I really respect, and I need to pay homage.
So whats new this week....I have record sales on my herbal site, in fact, its turning into a regular job, and its helping me pay for repairs around this old broken down mansion. I just bought screens. This is to protect me from the monster flies that have transmuted into super flies and have no fear of fly swatters or fly spray. Last year they just about carried me away, it was more than annoying...and when they buzzed around my head, I thought I was going to go batty.
I feel like the crazy lady who sits on the top of the hill with her four dogs...The crazy lady with her dogs...Yup that's me.
Today an old friend came over...and I was really uncomfortable while he was here, I think it was just because he's a man, I'm never around those creatures....only dogs.
He told me that I was looking really nice,(aww shucks) and then he gave me the once over....I didn't know what to do with that. Then he followed it with the question "so are ya seeing anyone?"
I just mumbled something stupid like, "no I just like hanging with my dogs"...OMG
He's very nice looking...He is from way back, he's my ex boyfriends best friend...DANGER DANGER.
I remember meeting him ten years ago, I knew him before I got involved with "the jerk". He was a looker...and still is.
I can't believe how I freeze up when any nice looking males gets within 3 feet of me. Its weird...
What can you expect from the crazy lady with her four dogs?
Posted by Holly Mead at 7:31 PM
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I noticed a couple of days ago that I was in a really bad mood and its lasted the last couple of days and I mean I have been grouchy.
Then I figured out why....
Stupid me I did not go and get Daily spayed...because why?
Because I am the queen of procrastination...so much so that I irritate myself let alone others.
Okay...so as Daisy's little Cookie started getting ready for the big event... I kept saying tomorrow, and then again, tomorrow...
Now she is in total bloom...dripping everywhere....so why not just wait and catch it the next time right?
I have to say that Daisy's entry into dog woman hood has had an effect on the entire family.
I'm attributing my bad mood to having PMS for Daisy...I'm serious!
Pinky can't eat because although he is neutered, he still has some of those ole hormones floating around, he knows he wants to do something, but can't figure out what that might be, and he is somewhat stressed by the mixed signals.
Daisy's flowering is upsetting our delicate family balance!
Posted by Holly Mead at 10:36 AM
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Treatments: Acupuncture, Chinese herbs and homeopathy
Cost: $200 for an initial one-hour appointment; $90 for 30-minute follow-ups
Ummm, I think this is as much as Neurologist for humans might charge or for that matter a lawyer's hourly rate is right along that line.
Ahhhh, I think I'm heading the right direction! WOWSER...I think that I could pay my bills with this kinda of rate....WhooHoo.
Although...I feel a little guilty here...STOP!
My idea has been to open up retail outlets that make holistic health care for pets affordable.
Honestly, to charge this much is really not right, nor can regular folks afford it. As a result of these prices so many pets who really need this type of care will go without.
The rich get richer and the poor get poorer...
But there is something else at play here. Why is holistic health care considered a specialty and commanding the highest dollar? When in fact this should be the common mode of treatment and the cost to the patient be reasonable, especially since we tout the treatment principles of preventative medicine.
It is our job as a holistic practitioner to prevent disease, not capitalize on disease.
Shame on these opportunistic Veterinarians. (I just hope I don't turn into one of them)
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:37 AM
Friday, March 7, 2008
Its Friday night...which always brings me back that to that time...
Friday nights were always about the party...
He always had that weekend itch...Friday nights meant going to the most hippest parties, hanging out with the coolest people, and partying the night away.
Let's see, I've written twice about some very vivid times, that at the end of the day got me into deep waters with this guy...A guy that became a big part of my life..for better or worse.
So what comes to mind...
These are the things that should of given me a clue way back then during that very first seductive Florida night.
They were all there, the clues were so clear...but I guess when your bound and determined to "be in love" all reasoning just flies out the window;
1) He was in Florida trying to get a screen play published...how funny when looking back!
2) He did not own a car.
3) He was staying with friends and did not have his own place because;
4) He didn't have any money
Here's what he did have to offer;
1) He made me laugh.
2) I loved to kiss him.
3) I had a huge amount of fun with him (which later would be a problem for me).
4) I liked the way he looked, I loved his beautiful smile.
I can smile at this folly now...because I know for a fact; that I could never fall for a guy like that ever again.
I have become so "all knowing".
I guess...once you've been taken to the cleaners you won't allow yourself to go there again.
I don't think I have the capacity to fall in love again...Maybe because of the trauma that the relationship brought to my life...
Or now as I age...
The lack of hormones!
I just can't see it ever happening again....
Sunday, March 2, 2008
I believe that this particular memory that I'm about to share is one of my most sharpest and memorable images I hold within, because even at this very minute, I can picture it in my mind, and bring that night back as if it was something that happened earlier to me just today...
I just so happened to be in South Beach, Florida for a business trip....This was about 10 years ago last October....It's hard to reconcile that its been that much time since then, because the consequences of that one single night lie at my feet my every waking hour.
So many times I wonder....what would of happened that night if I would of simply gone through another door... just any door, or if I would of gone right instead of left, or if I would of slept in just an hour later that fateful morning....
Looking back I can see that for some reason still unknown to me, I had been put on a road that would take me for the ride of my life.
Did I chose this? Or did it chose me?
I wonder if I really had any say in the matter, because that was was the night that my life began to careen out of control, because that night was the beginning of the end my life as I knew it.
A whole new existence what about to begin as it just yanked me away from the person I had been. I became caught up in the riptide and I had no way to get myself back to where I had come from.
That evening I was walking through one of South Beach's most sheik and high class nightclubs and I remember feeling like things were"happening" all around me, there was sexy lounge music playing, the lighting was dark and sensual, and there were beautiful people everywhere.....
So there I was like Alice in wonderland, twirling around, cruising through the bar....I felt good, I had on a new black leather dress, high black heels, and I was feeling sexy....
And then I saw him....and what I saw has stayed with me since that life changing moment.
He was sitting up on a ledge listening intently to the music....
He had on a navy blue Yankee's baseball cap, and the bill was pulled down low, so that I couldn't see his eyes...What I could see was a guy that had a very distinct jawline, the kind you see on those handsome and rugged models. I could tell that he had a nice physical presence because his shoulders were wide and I could see that they were strong,, just like those guys on the romance novels...he was beautiful, I just knew it.
In that instant, that short short moment in time, I knew that physically, he was my match. Zap...as quick as that, I was a gonner.
What was so amazing to me is that I could feel his aura, because at that moment in time, he touched me as I had never been touched in my life. His presence became seared into my brain and into my being and in that single moment he became apart of me.....forever.
So was I doomed? Some would say so....
Thats it for tonight......Wowser...this is a blast to the past! Until tomorrow...I have to go make up some herbal formulas....
Posted by Holly Mead at 5:41 PM
Saturday, March 1, 2008
I read a very thought provoking post written by Lone Chantelaine...it's about where she's at in life right now, and how she feels about maybe never being pregnant by a man she loves.
Her post hit a note with me....because when I was her age I also have had that feeling deep inside within myself and then WHAM...it just welled up and came barreling out of me with a roar....And my whole life changed as a result of that single instinct or that single fear...Whatever you chose to want to call it.
I was around 41 years old at the time when I hit that proverbial midlife crisis....I had been married to my childhood sweetheart, who was my best friend more than anything else, because we weren't lovers that's for sure...None the less our friendship ran deep which made everything so much more heart wrenching.
For some reason, out of the blue I developed a yearning for something more from my life... At the time there wasn't any passion, or at least I felt like there wasn't, and I wanted to feel what it was like to be madly in love...Something that I had never felt before.
I was married at 19 years old...jeez how young was that? So tenderly young and with seemingly no place in the universe, that's how I felt even back then....I could never see where I was going or why I was going there...Life was so random for me.
All during my 30's and up until I was 41 I was intensely busy climbing the corporate ladder and I was climbing hard and I was relentless. Nothing mattered to me except my career...I was obsessed with being the best, and I was the best.
Having kids wasn't in the game plan, I kept saying to myself, next year....and another year would roll around and then I would say....next year...
Until that fateful time when something changed within the core of who I was.
To this day I reflect back on it and I wonder why....Why did I make the decisions I made, they were so wrong and so destructive, but like I said, I never could see where I was going and I could never see my place in this universe....random wondering.
That's all for tonight....for the first time I am finding the words to tell my story. I think its time to put it to paper and then perhaps maybe I will move on.
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:49 PM