Actually what my housekeeper made yesterday was more than

• Transcriptionist or Correctionist? - An MT, not a JANITOR
  • Transcriptionist!! - E Floriday
  • I think I see your point. How can one be a transcriptionist if one does not "transcribe"? nm - Proofreading is not transcribing
  • The MTs are still real MTs, but I agree that VR jobs - - should be renamed "correctionist"! nm
    • Editors correct spelling, grammer and sentence - structure. You dont call them correctionists. nm
      • I consider us MTs and editors - Medical Lanaguage Specialists!! *lol*...n/m
    • Well, counted my lines for first hour and I made - VR person
      • MT person - MT person
        • I also average about you make! LOL - It is best to have your own accounts. SM
          • Actually what my housekeeper made yesterday was more than - VR person
            • Well I guess she would make that much if she - doesn't pay taxes. I do pay my taxes.
              • Not my place to make sure her taxes are paid - VR person
                • This started out as low pay for VR, my - VR person
        • That is great, but sounds like you have - VR person
  • if you've seen some VR reports - sa
  • You must really feel threatened - VR lover
  • In my opinion, give the newbies the ASR. - It will give them experience, and the pay is
    • Trained someone by proofing (sm) - Before days of ASR
      • That's how they trained MTs at UCLA back in - the mid-70s, and it was VERY effective. nm
  • Only I always call it being a maid - cleaning up others' slop. - Flame you? I agree with you.
  • Flame you, why? Others love, you don’t, simple. - America, your own opinion

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It paid maybe $.20 more than minimum wage.  I think you can make more than that as an MT, don't you?  You just haven't found your fit yet.  If housekeeping is something you really want to do, go for it.  It was a really nasty job, though.  I'd rather do transcription at home than clean up after a bunch of slobs.  Oh, disgusting.  And the things people would leave behind in their rooms.

Let's see, here.  People can't hit the toilet.  People can't hit their mouths with their food.  People do nasty, kinky things and leave it for the "maid" to deal with.  People do illegal and immoral things, and also leave those for the "maid" to clean up.  The hotels are hush hush about it so they don't lose clientele.  The "guests" treat the housekeeper like a peon.  You are only there to serve them in their superiority.  Most of your coworkers don't speak English.

If you are set on housekeeping, I do know people who clean houses for a living and do very well. One woman even went on to own her own business. But in a HOTEL? I'm sorry to say this, but are you nuts?

If your MT skills need polishing, there are different tapes and courses and WHATEVER you can use. Perhaps someone here can assist you.

As another 50 something year old woman, who works for a National, so far I have made $30,000 this year. I realize that is not a lot of money, I'm not exactly busting my behind, but you can make money. Please stick this thing out. Housekeeping is not an option, except in one's own home.

So consequently, cooking falls to me and cleaning the house falls to me.  My husband helps, but let's be honest husbands can sometimes be as needy as the kids.

Minnie, do you hear yourself?  You have a housekeeper, your husband cooks, your kids are grown.  That's great for you.  It sounds like you work because you want to and that's great again, but most of work because we have to.  We don't have a choice and we have to find a way to make money and be a good mom and a good wife all at the same time.  It's hard.  My kids are a priority and my paycheck is a priority, but if one of my kids wants to sit down and talk to me for a few minutes, then I'm going to listen.  If that makes me unprofessional, then I guess I am.

That doesn't mean I don't get upset with my kids when they interrupt me for silly things.  I do and they know when I'm mad, but that isn't going to stop them from doing it again, because they are, after all, just kids and what is important to them, may not seem important to me, but it IS important nevertheless.  No, I don't have them trained like dogs with the wave of my hand, but they're good kids and I am eternally grateful that I can take them and pick them up from school and I always know where they're at and what they are doing and when they'll be home.  I'm not calling from an in-office job wondering why my kids are answering the phone.  I know their teachers and friends and friends' parents.  Sure, my production may slip from time to time, but I've learned to adapt and I'm willing to sacrifice for what I view is the best reason to be an MT right now.

If it were only adding up to three bucks, I wouldn't sweat it. $100? Yeah, that's baseball registration for my son for this year. I am not giving tabs, returns, etc. away free when it adds up to that much difference!  Why should I charge less for a Return than I would for a"K"?

The one from yesterday also mentioned the infection aspect so perhaps you are just using a different name.  If you call the board, you will never work again as you are breaching confidentality and referring a patient to PT is not life threatening.  It might get the patient out of the house and do a lot emotionally and psychologically.  The doctor at least has not given up on him and trying to give him the best life possible and if PT can keep those muscle moving and so on, go for it.   I think it is time for you to find another profession is this is bugging you.  As for your grandmother, the doctor was hoping it would motivate her and he was trying not to allow her to just sit there and let everything atrophy as it seems the family was happy doing.  

a 30-minute report that only counted to 142 lines.  I was really miffed.  Dictate a sentence.  Pause for 15 seconds.  Go back and change the last sentence, just say blah blah blah.  Pause for 15 seconds.  Dictate another sentence, stumbling mid-sentence while trying to collect thoughts.  Pause for 15.  Decide you didn't like that sentence after all and ask me to change it.  Over and over and over.  An ESL to boot.   

I felt like I was trapped in some strange time warp in the twilight zone.  It really messed with my mind.   

thanks for reconfirming, I wasn't sure if I believed it. He even told me not to let the girls wash their hair everyday, which I knew wasn't good for other reasons but they do anyway.

It's still one of those things that makes you want crawl in a hole and hide. I hope the looks blow over soon.

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Could not access because the usual icon was not on my bar, and when I clicked on "My Yahoo", "mail" was not there.  I had to go the long way around. 

willing those miners to walk out, but knowing that wasn't likely to happen based on the fact that there was no apparent debris that could be blocking them in.  I celebrated with the families when word was circulated that 12 were alive.  I called my DH at work and cried like a baby.    I was numb after the news came that only 1 survived.   I kept hearing stories about how the miners were coming to meet their families at the church, a Red Cross person said the miners were fighting about going to the hospital, that they wanted to see their families, and after the ambulance went out I waited and waited wanting desperately to see those men walk out.  

first I looked through the teens, then I did a search for men 35-45 - what a revelation. A bunch of self-centered, self absorbed, superficial, sad, sad people. Anything from a sicko who called himself wetpantywipe and who was looking for other men with bare bottoms to rub up against, to self-inflated egotists. Of course, every guy made $150-000-$200,000. One guy, in the section for My Places, actually posted his resume. He had worked 18 places in the last 9 years. No duh - kind of a red flag there, buddy!  And then the "mail" these guys would get from their women "friends." All kinds of suggestive nearly nude pseudopaintings, the kind of things you see in the Harley shop, where they have a Barbie figure and a model's face and a horse's mane. Wearing a pearl necklace. That's all. With suggestive sayings about cherries, etc.  From a bunch of old skanks who never looked like that even when they were 18. And you can also send a little video, so they send videos with (actual) nude women's breasts bouncing around. One skanky sweetheart trying to get a guy's attention sent a little video of a white woman at the edge of pool naked with a black man's face in her you-know-what and his free hand rubbing her breast - full frontal nudity and all. "I thought THIS would get your attention! LOL" she writes. At 4:30, 'bout every profile lit up with "on line now!" "on line now!"  What a waste of electricity. One peek was more than enough for me.

Yesterday, I cried.
I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.
I'm telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I
got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on
the floor at my feet.
I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.
Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad
to cry.
I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected, and disconnected
my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others
did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them
away, to people in circumstances,
which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain
old used.
I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry.
Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mommies get left, so they get mad.
I cried because I had a little boy, and because I was a little girl, and
because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do, and
Because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until
I ached.
Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.
I cried because it was too late. I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew everything I needed to know.
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming,
Because
Yesterday, I cried
with an agenda.

The dictator kept apologizing but continually had me go back to the HPI and take away stuff, add stuff and it was back and forth the entire report with him continually apologizing for *driving the male or female MT crazy* and he said that exactly.  You're so right, I wouldn't want this dictator being my doctor AT ALL EVER.

Now we can both EXHALE *LOL*