Risky. The act of analysing your technique might make you start overthinking it and ruin your effectiveness. Happened to a golf player once, decades ago. Best golfer in the world, tried to write a book about it, thought about it so much he lost his game and never got it back.

Oh and you'd be less indispensable. You want that?

duuuuuude.

No one is indispensble. That's an unhelpful myth.

He didn't say she was. He just said she's become less so.....

To be truly indispensible, you need to be unique in your entire field. Create your own job that no-one else could do. Because if there are two of you, s/he could take your job. Sure, maybe you'd get theirs. Or maybe they'd train someone before they jumped. But if it's just you... and just one job ....where would you go if you left? They don't need to treat you well, they know you are stuck.

/twosidestoeverycoin

If you are indispensable, you can never take a vacation.

Well, fine.
then it's a dumb remark, like "more unique". You can't put such a limiting qualifier on a absolute like "indispensable".

...

on top of that, he even got it upside down (maybe it's a southern hemisphere thing.) If indispensable is good, wouldn't you want to be more of it and not less of it?

The Rehab is part of this fitness thing, it's sponsored through the American Cancer Society.

I signed up for it.

I am stupid.

Okay, I'm not stupid.

My purpose was to suck up to the boss-dude.

See, he's a team captain.

So I signed up and get an email back ... Too many people on boss-dude's team, so I get assigned elsewhere.

Crap.

Now I'm committed and I'm in direct competition with boss-dude and most of my cow orkers.

So yeah, I guess I am stupid.

But anyway, I told HR that was fine, and it would be a good way to meet more people. Sucking up to HR can't hurt, right?

In an odd twist of fate, my team captain is the former director of my department.

They wanted to name our team "Boss-Dude's Worst Enemy." This did not win in the voting. We are "The Avengers."

So, here I am, day two. I committed to 29 minute per day (that's considered "Bronze" level).

Both yesterday and today I did manage to go walking, each time for at least 45 minutes. Starting at the Rehab kind of got me out of doing this, because back when I first got shitcanned, and before crazynurse got sick, I was walking nearly every day.

On the upside, I'm getting back to listening to The Making of the Atomic Bomb. I'm getting near the end.

I have to figure out what to listen to next.

So the security guard, the one who bows to me and calls me his goddess ... he comes into the office last night, with a carefully wrapped package in his hands. He says, "Goddess wolf, don't touch this without gloves, but we got to put this away."

"What is it?"

"It's a cell phone. it's wrapped in plastic, and I have two pairs of gloves around it too."

"Why?"

"One of the patients had it on the unit. She was hiding it."

"So, why is it ... oh. was she hiding it in a special place?"

"Yes." (I think he was grateful that I caught on so quickly)

"Did she have it on vibrate?"

The man laughs just like Jeffrey Holder.

The rest of the night he would come by and say ... "Call me."

Are you SUUURE he really works there??? LOL

This is not my story, but it deserves to be told.

One of my nurses, back when she was a young nurse, worked in a dementia unit somewhere.

For reasons that are unclear, the unit had an open nurses station, which means there is not a locked door between the nurses and the patients.

So anyway, this young nurse is also a young mother. She had just started back to work after giving birth, and had to pump her breast milk several times a day. She put it in a container and put that container into the refrigerator.

Well, one day, she sees one of the demented old ladies walking down the hall with her special tupperware container. And a milk mustache.

She lost it. Put her right over the edge into post partum depression. Her nurse manager had to send her home.

and people have been milking that story ever since.

A bit of a workplace crush then? That's about like finding a Hello Kitty lunchbox -- that's ticking. Kinda cute, but probably dangerous.

OR, they could turn out to be the love of each other's lives.:eyebrow:

The other night was busy. Kind of average busy. At the beginning of the shift we were all present and accounted for, but after a while, somebody noticed that hyperguy was missing. He has this tendency to wander, so we didn't think much of it. No sign of him by the end of the shift ... which is when the night coverage came in. Night coverage was bossdude's assistant ... after she settles in she says, "hyperdude is no longer employed by this facility. I can't say anything more than that."

On the upside, I now have a desk of my own.

Oh, and bossdude is on vacation. I am unused to anything like this happening when the boss is on vacation.

I am curious as to what hyperguy did ... both out of basic curiosity and in wanting to know what one shouldn't do if one is wanting to remain employed.

I have my suspicions, which if true, means I am absolutely no danger of being escorted out under similar circumstances.