The Hospital Bought Us Lunch

Work is going well.

For the most part, I have a handle on things now. I was thrown a curve ball that took me nearly six weeks and a call to my supervisor to solve, but I finally got the patient taken care of – even though I found out later that I wasn’t really supposed to take care of that particular problem to begin with, it should have fallen onto the nurse, but hey, I’ll know what to do next time … IF there is a next time.

I haven’t found a job yet, I haven’t really been looking yet. Kevin and I are going out of town in the next few weeks and I don’t want to rock the boat by finding a job and then saying, “Oh, by the way, I need a week off.”

I can’t, in good conscience, do that to my new employer.

So. I’m working my tail end off, 40 (sometimes plus) hours a week trying to stay on top of things. I’m coming home exhausted, but it’s a pleasant exhaustion and I feel like I’m accomplishing something … which is something, I suppose.

Kevin and I went to the company “picnic” yesterday. Apparently, the hospital throws an annual “thank you” picnic at an expo center and I missed it by one week last year. So we went this year.

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It’s a good thing it was held indoors because it rained ALL DAY yesterday. I’m not complaining, we really needed the rain. And as long as it was THIS week and not NEXT week when we have our first band competition, then I’m good.

It was sort of cheesy. It was geared mainly toward little kids and since we don’t have little kids anymore, we basically went for the free meal. The food was catered in by Rib Crib, so it was super yummy and I mentioned it was free, right??

We didn’t stick around very long, in fact, I’m not even sure we were there an hour, but it was worth going to and I’m glad we went. We grabbed a Pumpkin Spice Latte afterward and got my oil changed since we are planning an out-of-town trip nearly every weekend for the next six weeks. Then we went grocery shopping.

It was a busy and yet relaxing Saturday.

Which are the best sorts of Saturdays, don’t you think?

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