True story…I have been writing again. I’m not going to lie, it feels great! Will I be posting a snippet or two here? Maybe? I just read a post from one of my favorite bloggers that is confirming my hesitation…. https://littlefears.co.uk/2019/08/03/the-mass-duplication-of-wordpress-blogs/ Researching copyright info has been on my to do list for the last couple of weeks and lucky for me I can cross it off the list and all I had to do was read his informative post.
This is what I have been up to the last couple of days…
I did some volunteer work on Sunday. It wasn’t hard but getting the motivation to get there was difficult. I have so much going on right now but I made the commitment weeks earlier so I went. Why did I pick seed bombs?
It was hot, messy and a lot of the children were small. One thing I did notice was that the boys did not want to get their hands dirty. Not all boys but the majority looked at me twice before they stuck their hands in the clay. Most of the girls dug right in, it was very interesting. This was three more hours off of my mandatory forty for the volunteer naturalist program and I need to get that number down.
I left there and swung by PT’s. I made sure she didn’t need anything but only hung out for a bit. I had to make a return for the Boy and the Girl still needed a specific kind of jean. Luckily it all worked out while it was still the tax free weekend.
Monday was Monday and surprisingly we left work at a decent hour. Which worked out because I needed the writing time. It’s still slow going but at least I am weaving the words on a page.
Today was extremely difficult to go to work. Not just because it’s early but because I don’t want to go. Ever since we started doing that thing with the vision insurance that we shouldn’t be doing…it gets harder. I don’t like it, I know it’s wrong, and there is nothing I can do about it. I need the paycheck so I drag my ass out of bed every day and go to work.
There is a patient that changed the date on his work excuse because we wouldn’t make it for two weeks. The most you get after cataract surgery is one week, usually it’s five days. He changed the date, his human resource person called us and now he might lose his job. He refused to leave the office until we gave him a letter stating what he wanted it to say. The local police department came and gave him a little escort. He was out there with his son and the police for a long time before he actually left.
I had to look up something on his chart and I pulled up his original new patient paperwork. His email was pistol and some numbers@ whatever. Seriously? Then I ask myself “should I start to carry again?” Yes I have a license to carry but let’s be real….I haven’t fired that thing in years. I doubt I could hit the broad side of a barn with it right now. Sure we have a panic button at work but I could have walked to the police station faster than it took for them to get there today. I pass it every day on my way to work…it’s literally thirty seconds by car. I try not to get swept into the mass hysteria that the media likes to create but when it’s in your face, it’s hard to ignore. He left today but I doubt it’s really over.
That is all of my excitement over here and now I am off to work on my story….Zia