Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Daily Muddle

I work in home infusion pharmacy. We make IV (intravenous) drugs for people to take at home, thereby enabling them to get out of the hospital and on with their lives. It's a very cool concept. You get your medicine, connect it to your IV catheter, throw the drug container in a special (but normal-looking) backpack and head out. Our patients go to school, work, on vacation, all while taking their very complicated meds. I complain about it, but truth be told, if I ever need this stuff, I'd absolutely trust my co-workers. They can be pains in the ass, but they are really good at their jobs.

It's commonly agreed at my workplace that we have communication issues. The problem is always, of course, the other guys' fault. Someone-in-management read an article (always a bad idea ~ never teach managers to read) and decided that a daily huddle was the solution. Twice each day, every department sends one or more representatives to the huddle. We're told how many patients are pending for the day and what type of therapies they'll need. Each department reports as to their status. Sometimes it's useful, such as today when we were informed not to make chronological promises because delivery couldn't meet them. It was snowing quite prettily and visibility was non-existent. Often though, it's just confusing, hence its nickname: the Daily Muddle.

In order to improve interpersonal relations at work, someone-in-management (I don't know if this is the same someone or not) decided we needed to get to know each other better. Now the Daily Muddle includes a trivia question. Today's question: What's your favorite book? Now, there's a question. How can anyone limit themselves to one? There are so many awesome books available. I could fill a bookshelf with favorites. Since a bookshelf won't fit in the computer, I'll just reveal one from time to time. Today's book: Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls. I'd recommend this to everyone. It is one of the best books I've ever read. It's the first one that ever made me cry - I bawled so hard (if you've read it, you know exactly where I was) I couldn't finish it for another hour. This was the first book that truly transported me and the first book with a real, genuine hero (and thinking about him has me tearing up again). I know it's a "children's book" but if you've never read it: go, now, find a copy and start reading. I'll be here when you get back.

If you're wondering why "Cathy the Spherical," its because I like history & genealogy (which is just micro-history). Before there were surnames, there were descriptors. I've always liked the ones that weren't so flattering, yet probably quite accurate, like Lulach the Fool, Edward the Outlaw, Henry the Quarrelsome or Cathy the Spherical.

Today's Genealogy Tip: Label your source documents. Whenever I get new documents, I enter them in my Reunion (great genealogy software) file as unique sources. That way, I can list all the info I want to transcribe right into the source. (Uncertified copies of Minnesota death certificates are available at the Minnesota Historical Society library for 30 cents, so I have a lot.) I then link all the pertinent info to that source. Don't forget to link Mom, Dad & Spouse using the death certificate as a source, and the informant is often a family member, too. On each document I write a code number - you can use the source number from your software or number the documents consecutively. By numbering the document, you can easily find it later if you want to recheck something. In your software, record the document # and keep the documents in order. When your files outgrow the first folder (or drawer), having them coded will be a sanity saver. Of course, if it's an original source, you'll want to write on the acid-free envelope, not the actual document.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

My Virgin Posting

I've pondered the whole blog thing for quite a while. I love to hear myself talk (a trait no one shares, right?) but, still, a blog? Like the world wants to read my ramblings. On the other hand, Google the word "blog" and you'll get well over two billion hits, and how many of those, dear reader, have you seen? My point is that no one is forced to read a blog, so even if it is egocentric, it is also harmless.

WARNING: Coherence is not my strong point. Segue into Nothing accurately describes my writing style (and thought process, for that matter). Conversations in our house can change topics every fifteen seconds. Now that you've been warned, you are not allowed to complain. Topics can change for no reason at all. There is no hamster in my head, running ever foward in his little wheel ~ I have a gerbil, on meth, in one of those little plastic balls that can go anywhere. (Note: this is an analogy. I do not subject gerbils to methamphetamines. Gerbil owners understand why. So anyone from PETA who's having a heart attack over my little analogy can just get over themselves.)

It does seem a bit absurd to add another project to the pile, but they do tend to have considerable overlap. I love genealogy, have since I was about thirteen ~ and no, I won't say how long ago that was. I've recently had my parents' Super 8 film and camcorder cassettes converted to DVD and I'm editing those. For my birthday last month, I got a CanoScan 4400f. It scans slides!! How cool is that? So, now I'm scanning Mom & Dad's old slides to convert to DVD slideshows along with the home movies. (Anyone sensing a theme?) My last grandparent died 24 years ago and I still miss her. When we watched the DVD's in their raw form, there were Grandma & Grandpa Johnson walking around! There is even film of Grandpa Yaeger, who died before I was born.

Okay, now you see the link between the film projects and genealogy, but the blog still confounds, ne c'est pas? Along with random (ir)rational ramblings, I figure I'll sneak in some genealogical tidbits.

Today's tip: Not everyone entered the US through New York. This might seem obvious, and yet. . . Margaret Lampertz and Johann Zeyen (my father's maternal grandparents) could not be found anywhere at Castle Garden. I searched the website's index repeatedly, with no luck. I tried so many variations my eye's burned. After years of trying to find out exactly when they got here (and thus, perchance, whence they came) I finally checked Philadelphia. On the first attempt: there they were, arriving May 16, 1883 on the British Crown, together, along with her brother, Peter. Until then, we thought they met in Minnesota. The ship's manifest also listed their collective hometown, Burglen, Baden-Württemburg. Another brick-wall shattered, simply because I finally remembered what happens when one assumes.

Have a lovely day. And don't forget to smile at a random stranger - it will either brighten his day, or feed his paranoia, either way, it's fun.