I Heart My Job

Despite the mention of an elderly co-worker from time to time, you always hear me mention how much I love my job. I enjoy waking up at the crack ass of dawn. I love helping my fellow co-workers. I like making people smile when their day is not so bright. Today I checked in for the newest doctor, my doctor called the big boss lady and said she wanted me back. I guess things were pretty bad at my desk today. Both the doctors I check in for were upset I wasn't there. You know, it feels fucking awesome to be wanted. It feels great that someone wants to fight for you. That you do such a damn good job at what you do, that they want you. That they miss you!

My assistant boss sat down with me this afternoon to discuss the job of the girl I filled in for today. She gets behind too much and he wanted to sit down to discuss it with her tomorrow when she returns. He said he didn't really know where to begin, but thanks to a list I made over the day he said it's a clear as can be. If she just adapts to these things I do (or change them to fit her needs) she won't be able to get behind (or at least enough to have any one notice).

I may not be able to create a kid, but damn it, I am good at my job! :-P

:::::Side Note:::::: If you could send a few prayers and well wishes to my cousin. She is still in the hospital. They found a tumor they will have to remove near her spine. She is in very bad health due to her weight and the hospital is debating on sending her to another hospital 4 hours away because they don't know if it's best for her to be there. I'm sure she will be fine but the more well wishes and prayers, the better.