I came so close….I read about 300 pages last night but didn’t finish the book in time for book club. I had read a little before and a little at lunch today and I will finish it before I go to bed. This book was a great pick, I really enjoyed it. The diary part of the story was set in the Jacobite period and that just makes me more excited for Outlander tomorrow. If you ever have a chance to read A Desperate Fortune by Susanna Kearsley you should take it, you won’t be disappointed.
Book club was fun tonight, we laughed a lot. We really didn’t stay on topic with the book but it was discussed between miscellaneous stories and laughter. SB brought me a butter bell? I have to Google it to see how it works but I was complaining about the softness of my real butter even at room temperature and this is her solution. Today was a good day all the way around.
Yesterday however….. this one is sort of funny. Wednesday we were talking about rude patients and for the life of me I couldn’t remember the name of the scary granny. I tried explaining her but nobody was remembering, it was frustrating. I remember the first time I met this lady, she came to my window with questions. She had a soft voice and delicate features. She looked like your typical sweet old lady with her china blue eyes and her freshly salon rolled hair. There is a demon lurking inside this woman, I can’t tell you how many times I physically backed my chair up when she came to my window. I am really bad at concealing my emotions. Anyhoo, I received a call from an insurance company questioning a bill for one of their members, when they said her name I almost yelled “that’s it, that’s her name!” Speak of the demon and she will appear…..
I was on the phone with a patient who was ordering contacts when I glanced up and saw her face. I honestly don’t know what my expression was, I was so surprised. I know I backed my chair up a little. There she was all tiny and shaking with anger, she said “it’s good thing that I got this after I buried my brother today.” I was at a loss so I went with “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She glared at me and lifted her hands and said “that’s okay he was a son of a bitch.” She complained some more while she wrote out her check, something about her fica score and how her husband never paid a bill and he was the one with the credit score but it didn’t matter…he was dead. Whoa! This was all over $35.00. It’s my fault I spoke her name, all of the other girls upon seeing her remembered and cringed. I don’t ever want to be the person that people cringe over.
I am working two parties tomorrow a baptism and a 1st communion plus we are supposed to get a ton of snow overnight, should make for an interesting weekend….Zia