Tuesday Timewaster

Another evening at work, biding my time behind the desk until I can leave. The lobby is empty save myself and one of our younger residents, actually younger than I am. She's on her laptop playing on some Transformers webchat. Don't ask. It's roleplaying. Usually, I just flick through shit on my phone, but after a massive troll thread I lul'd at earlier, my battery is almost dead. I don't dare look at that shit on the work computer either. It's NSFW. So anyway... I was flicking through YouTube, bored and just typed in Cthulhu on a whim because I've been reading some Lovecraft before bed the past few nights. I heard there was supposed to be some fucking bullshit Nyarlothotep, but moeshit anime starting up that's supposed to be super cutesy or something. Didn't see anything like that, I would have had to choke a bitch probably, but I did find some old videos a guy made with a Cthulhu puppet. It's a call-in radio show and from the one I saw it was humorous. So I thought I'd share.  


Calls for Cthulhu

Monday Music 7

So another week at work starts off with a bang. I got treated like shit by a co-worker for a joke, that happened last week. Obviously the man has no sense of humor. And is very mature. He wouldn't even look at me or address me and scurried out the door like his ass was on fire. But hey, it's Monday and I have 60 hours to be in this place this week. I'm not going to let the assholes piss me off or bother me. I'd rather piss them off, it's more fun that way.


Less than 15 minutes later, I got jumped by our resident schizophrenic/epileptic who refuses to take her medications. You see, the pills aren't right. So she won't take them. And then she has seizures. Because we don't give her the medicine, but we do, but it's wrong. Yeah. It's like that. She wanted to speak to my boss, who just had open heart surgery last Thursday. She just got released from the hospital and won't be back to work for some time. So I told her that. She said she had to talk to someone about this problem with the medicines. I told her that she could talk to me about it because I'm going to be the one setting up the medicines while the boss is gone. And by the way, you need to go to the pharmacy and pick up those prescriptions you refused to fill. She didn't like that. I wasn't trying to appease her. And I'm still not. She said she would talk to me after breakfast. That's cool. You're not going to piss me off today. No one will.


After she hemmed and hawwed, trying to think of a strategy to use against my impeccable armor of "U mad?" she finally came down an hour and half later. She went with me into the office, carrying her medicines that I had given her at breakfast. She asked if I was going to sit down. I told her no, I was just fine standing up. She didn't like that. I told her she could sit if she wanted to, but I was more than happy to stand up. She grunted and then told me that she shouldn't be talking to me about medicine because I don't know a thing about medications because I wasn't an RN. Logic fail. I've been doling you out your medications since you moved in here years ago. I can tell you what each pill is by just looking at it and telling you what it's for. You have no clue as to what you're taking or what they're even for, which is why you've only been taking one of your anti-seizure medications and leaving the other in the cup and walking away from them. I know what the medications are that I'm giving people. I need to know so if there is an error, I can catch it and correct it. That's common sense and a safety issue. I don't want to give someone the wrong medication and have something bad happen to them. 


So I told her that perhaps if she actually took her medications, then she wouldn't have the seizures and would feel better, she got mad. She said that I wasn't letting her talk. I told her to go right ahead and talk. She said that she didn't want the medicines because they weren't right. She went to the pharmacy and told them that too. Uh huh. So I informed her, after retrieving the pill bottles that if she didn't like the way that we do things, that she could take care of her medications her self. I put the bag of pills on the desk in front of her. She was stunned. Didn't think I'd call your bluff again, did ya? She said "I'm a patient here!" To which I said, "We don't have patients here. We're not a medical facility." So she countered with "I'm a resident here!" And I said, that she isn't the only one and if she wasn't happy that she could take care of her own medications since we obviously were not doing them to her satisfaction. To which she said "I'm moving out." Of course, that doesn't work on me. I told her "Don't forget your medicines then." 


She didn't know what to say then. Which is fine, at that point she's wasting my time that I could be elsewhere, actually doing something of import. She then demanded to know what medicines were used to control her seizures. I asked her then, if I didn't know about her medications, how could I tell her that. HA HA! She was not happy. To which I held up the cup of medications. I took the first one. This is your depakote. It is used to control your seizures. Next pill, a greenish blue capsule, tegretol, used to control seizures. Pale blue capsule, Prozac, 20 mg. You take 3 of them in the morning. It's for your bi-polar disorder and schizophrenia. You're not helping yourself by ignoring the medication. White capsule, geodon, also used to for your schizophrenia. Second white capsule, smaller, hydrochlorothyazide, a diuretic. Of course she took her depakote and tegretol and stomped out. That's fine. At least she took SOMETHING. And as of Sunday night, she'll be completely out of depakote. 


So what does this have to do with music? Well, I surely wasn't mad or mildly annoyed when she threw her fit, I was amused. It took me every ounce of strength to not say "U mad?" to her more than once. Oh well, it's one of those days. And for days like this, you need some Dir en grey. Some bouncy, fuck you Dir en grey.


Dir en grey - Umbrella

Thanks M, for the laugh

My little sister and I have pretty close taste in music a lot of the time, and definitely close taste in movies, but not necessarily manga and anime. She gave me a good laugh the other night when she posted this video up on Facebook. All I could think of was: NERDS! I love the touristy taking pictures of everything, but the drummer is the best. Thanks M for some hilarious Acid Black Cherry doing Spell Magic.

Wednesday Music

Don't you hate when you get a song stuck in your head? I've had one stuck in my head most of the day since listening to it this morning while I was working. I think it's the violin at the beginning that always catches my attention. At first, it doesn't seem to fit with the type of music, reminding me of Irish/Celtic music. Of course, it's not. It's Visual Kei and Japanese. Of course it does go together quite well and always gets stuck in my head. Usually, it's the happy catchy tunes that get stuck in my head, but this one isn't one of those stereotypical earworms. It's one of those songs that I can listen to over and over again and never get tired of it. So enjoy Birth by D.

I don't understand the futility of it all

I am baffled at times how people seem to make the internet serious business. Threats of calling the "authorities" and "reporting" people who offend you is not new. Nor is threatening people with lawsuits because they have said something that offends or does not agree with the person making the threats. Fabricating tales of threats are a typical ploy of these people and I am certain these attention getting ploys are not only used in real life as well. Many of these people seem somewhat socially inept and care only to make demands and pronouncements while accusing their detractors of oppression.

I don't understand how they can accuse others of illegal behavior when they disagree with their pronouncements. I don't understand how people that have a mind of their own and have their own opinions on a subject and are not afraid to speak up are seen as stalkers that are just out to oppress those they disagree with. I wonder who they are reporting people to when they threaten to take the matter to the authorities. I've heard the police and the FBI mentioned on many occasions. I do have my doubts as to the veracity of most of these claims.

From experience I know just how annoying these people can be. They seem to thrive on places like Twitter and Facebook. I was accused of threatening to rape a very disturbed woman somewhere in the bible belt. She said my husband threatened to kill her and she called the police. It's funny how things like that happen. I wasn't aware of this particular wing nut until the day of her accusations. I didn't follow her on Twitter, nor did I care to. She felt it was her mission to "evangelize" to the lost souls of atheists or some such bullshit. Not interested one bit.

Most atheists are people who have left some kind of faith at some point in their life, deciding that there is much more to life than feeling guilty for being human. Or not wanting some angry vengeful sky daddy threatening you with eternal torture for staying out past curfew. I am not one of these people. I had no faith to lose. I was not raised in a religious household and have no wish to have your primitive belief system forced on me. I don't care about your sky daddy and I'm not afraid to tell you to fuck off either.

Of course, I don't actively go out of my way to find nutters like that either. If I have a tweet, quoting a bible verse, not directed at you regarding the bible's stance about putting your daughter out to be raped, that doesn't mean I am threatening to rape anyone. especially considering that was not the only bible related tweet that I had made that evening before you pissed off someone and got called a dirty name. Oh my! A bad word! Is this fucking grade school? Yeah, you may have been called a cunt by someone, but don't you think continually harassing a person has no repercussions? When you feel the urge to judge people and carry on like a fool don't get bent out of shape when you get called names. Take responsibility for your actions. Man up, or woman up in this case. Aren't you supposed to be a strong x-tian woman? A little name calling is a death threat? No, it's not. Cunt isn't a word people like to be called and it is used to get a point across. In this case, "fuck off, you stupid cunt" might have been better.

That was last fall/winter. Recently she's been up to the same antics again. Unfortunately for her, she made a bigger fool of herself. She was being quite rude to a person on Facebook, then throwing a complete freak out paranoid ranting hissy fit when another, quite amused atheist on Twitter commented about it on her page. Her page was public. She had very personal information set as public as well. She was informed of this and went even crazier, accusing the person who commented of stalking her and said she had informed the FBI. Of course, she then Googled the public information for that person and found, what she believed was that person's current place of employment. She called to tell on the commenter. For asking a question that she didn't like and pointing out that she was a fucking idiot for putting private information up in a public place. The commenter was being rather polite about the whole matter while she went into tin-foil hat land by closing her Twitter account and making a "list" of 'dangerous atheists'. She made another account after this, that I blocked, just like the last one after she said I threatened to rape her. Of course, after creating a new account, she sent DMs to all the atheists that were probably really fed up with her shit with some "guess who" bullshit. Some people didn't know about her prior and continuing behavior, atheist or not and chose to believe this person, joining in the vilification of the commenter. For that, I think they were very blind in trusting this sick person and feeding into her continuing illness and attention seeking behaviors.

That's the difference. I am not a person who is going to give you the satisfaction of feeding your drama. There are plenty of others like you out there with what appears to be varying degrees of mental illness. I understand that it's funny to have a reliable moron who will spout off nonsense at very frequent intervals. I don't, however believe that baiting and trying to 'debate' with these people is worth the frustration, time or effort. Trying to argue with the mentally ill is pointless and in the end, they will eventually lash out, sometimes violently. I work with the mentally ill. Not all people with mental illnesses are like this. The ones that are thrive on the attention they get. It's a part of their illness. I have been threatened, physically attacked on at least one occassion, accused of tampering with their brains telepathically and part of a grand conspiracy to kill them. It's a futile effort. There is nothing you can do to convince them if they are set on an idea, a vision or delusion.

Feeling a little thoughtful about this because I was accused, again, of wanting to make a person commit suicide. This is an attention getting ploy by this person. This person has exhausted my supply of patience and empathy and I responded in a quite trolltastic, but honest and straightforward manner. I can't stop you if that's your plan. People who are going to commit suicide don't say things like that. People who commit suicide and are set on doing it don't warn others. You may notice signs later that pointed to their depression, but they are never straightforward about it. I know this from losing my older brother when he was 22. Before I left work yesterday, I was also verbally attacked by another crazy at work. Fortunately this person was enjoying their last day as a resident there and had she said one more thing to me, she would have been enjoying a fun evening with the boys in blue. Verbally assaulting the elderly is no way to go through life. It will land your ass in trouble. I don't care honestly if they jump on me, I'm a big girl. It just reminds me again and again how futile it is to try and argue with people that are very, very damaged. It's as pointless as banging your head against the wall.