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I'm done! 14 all region chips installed with external switches. I'm improving some GameCubes for shiny nickels. Now a select handful of nostalgic nerds can play Japanese discs on an ancient indestructible gaming system. I've burnt myself way too many times and i think its time for a new soldering iron.
 
I'm done! 14 all region chips installed with external switches. I'm improving some GameCubes for shiny nickels. Now a select handful of nostalgic nerds can play Japanese discs on an ancient indestructible gaming system. I've burnt myself way too many times and i think its time for a new soldering iron.
Huh??? Was that English??
 
So. I think this is messed up. I haven't written about it yet because it upset me, and I'm still trying to process it, I guess.

But when I came back to work Wednesday, two weeks after my mom died--and shortly after I put in my resignation--my office was completely changed around.

The sub nurses and the float nurses went through my remaining stuff, went through my drawers (!) and put my stuff in a box--my coffee pot, my Crocs, my empty egg cartons, my files. They completely reorganized the front office, my private back room, and the back treatment area with the cots. I mean they moved all my files, cchanged all the contents of my drawers, and even got the custodian to move furniture around so the physical layout is different.

It's like I never existed. It was my office. My stuff. I was there for almost two and a half years, and I still am technically there for five more weeks, I think.

Who the fcuk does that??!! Especially to someone whose mom just died, and who just came back to work?

I was going to go in today, but after that, I decided I will show up as little as possible until I'm gone. And if I had any reservations about leaving that place, I know I did the right thing.

Betches.
 
People are jerkoffs, I'm sorry. They treat others as disposable and are only interested when they have to be or you can do something for them. No compassion, no humanity just void and vapid. I just hope you left a rotten doughnut or something in a drawer for the vultures.
So. I think this is messed up. I haven't written about it yet because it upset me, and I'm still trying to process it, I guess.

But when I came back to work Wednesday, two weeks after my mom died--and shortly after I put in my resignation--my office was completely changed around.

The sub nurses and the float nurses went through my remaining stuff, went through my drawers (!) and put my stuff in a box--my coffee pot, my Crocs, my empty egg cartons, my files. They completely reorganized the front office, my private back room, and the back treatment area with the cots. I mean they moved all my files, cchanged all the contents of my drawers, and even got the custodian to move furniture around so the physical layout is different.

It's like I never existed. It was my office. My stuff. I was there for almost two and a half years, and I still am technically there for five more weeks, I think.

Who the fcuk does that??!! Especially to someone whose mom just died, and who just came back to work?

I was going to go in today, but after that, I decided I will show up as little as possible until I'm gone. And if I had any reservations about leaving that place, I know I did the right thing.

Betches.
 
I'm done! 14 all region chips installed with external switches. I'm improving some GameCubes for shiny nickels. Now a select handful of nostalgic nerds can play Japanese discs on an ancient indestructible gaming system. I've burnt myself way too many times and i think its time for a new soldering iron.
Awesome & the dorito is LOL. We have had plenty of people stuff paper and crap into floppy drives and such. SMH. My favorite incident though is my mom's friend's daughter stuffed a pb&j sandwich into her VCR. This was back when they existed & were pretty expensive. & once my dad was fixing their vcr & took it apart and found a dvd in the VHS section b/c my kid didn't understand how it worked.

So. I think this is messed up. I haven't written about it yet because it upset me, and I'm still trying to process it, I guess.

But when I came back to work Wednesday, two weeks after my mom died--and shortly after I put in my resignation--my office was completely changed around.

The sub nurses and the float nurses went through my remaining stuff, went through my drawers (!) and put my stuff in a box--my coffee pot, my Crocs, my empty egg cartons, my files. They completely reorganized the front office, my private back room, and the back treatment area with the cots. I mean they moved all my files, cchanged all the contents of my drawers, and even got the custodian to move furniture around so the physical layout is different.

It's like I never existed. It was my office. My stuff. I was there for almost two and a half years, and I still am technically there for five more weeks, I think.

Who the fcuk does that??!! Especially to someone whose mom just died, and who just came back to work?

I was going to go in today, but after that, I decided I will show up as little as possible until I'm gone. And if I had any reservations about leaving that place, I know I did the right thing.

Betches.
Ok, I kinda get that maybe they thought you wouldn't be coming back at all... but like they couldn't wait until after your last day.. Sigh. If I were you I'd seriously consider just working the 8 days so you can call off the whole last 17 days in a row and be done with them or call off every other day. I have a word for them that I'd use, but it starts w/ a C and is very definitely not allowed here.
 
So. I think this is messed up. I haven't written about it yet because it upset me, and I'm still trying to process it, I guess.

But when I came back to work Wednesday, two weeks after my mom died--and shortly after I put in my resignation--my office was completely changed around.

The sub nurses and the float nurses went through my remaining stuff, went through my drawers (!) and put my stuff in a box--my coffee pot, my Crocs, my empty egg cartons, my files. They completely reorganized the front office, my private back room, and the back treatment area with the cots. I mean they moved all my files, cchanged all the contents of my drawers, and even got the custodian to move furniture around so the physical layout is different.

It's like I never existed. It was my office. My stuff. I was there for almost two and a half years, and I still am technically there for five more weeks, I think.

Who the fcuk does that??!! Especially to someone whose mom just died, and who just came back to work?

I was going to go in today, but after that, I decided I will show up as little as possible until I'm gone. And if I had any reservations about leaving that place, I know I did the right thing.

Betches.
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What's with pets and projects? My cats and dogs both love getting into my stuff i work on!
They are just trying to help.
My dogs love to help me cook in the kitchen.
 
I'm done! 14 all region chips installed with external switches. I'm improving some GameCubes for shiny nickels. Now a select handful of nostalgic nerds can play Japanese discs on an ancient indestructible gaming system. I've burnt myself way too many times and i think its time for a new soldering iron.
Thanks for reminding me...I have a cube up in my attic..it was the older kids when they were younger...I wonder if it's still in working condition...if our summer heats didn't fry the thing.
I need to pull it down to see if the Mini can play with it.
 

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