The thing about quotes on the internet is you cannot confirm their validity. –Abraham Lincoln
— Write From Karen (@writefromkaren) February 27, 2014
I’m hoping this will be my last day.
Not with this company, (though there are days … moments … seconds that that doesn’t cross my mind), but at my desk.
Since I sit at the first desk that patients come to as they’re exiting the clinic area, I naturally help the most patients. On a four doctor day, it’s not unusual for me to help 30 patients ON TOP of the 15 voicemails I receive and the 15 flags I receive from the doctors’ nurses that I’m responsible for taking care of as well.
I’m currently responsible for 3 doctors- it’s overwhelming. I can’t maintain this pace indefinitely and I’ve expressed my … frustrations to my management.
It wasn’t until recently that I felt like a light bulb went off in their heads and they finally understood what I’ve been telling them for the past month.
So. We had yet another meeting yesterday (*sigh*) and today should, SHOULD, be the last day I’m at this desk. And we have three doctors today. So I will still end the day more behind than when I started it.
But. I will be sitting in the peach pit tomorrow (i.e. Triage area) answering calls and training the other MA’s to do the job that me and the other schedulers have been doing, and they will train me, and the other schedulers, MA duties.
Then next week, I will either be with a doctor or in the peach pit.
I will be kissing my desk, and my old job, goodbye.
At least, that’s the plan.
Let’s hope we all stick to the plan.
Thus he and his purposes are actually defined by a proper understanding of God and His purposes. Satan’s character and his purposes are diametrically opposed to God’s. The Devil especially tries to undermine man’s perception of God’s goodness by afflicting the righteous while prospering the ungodly. His deception is geared to obscure both God’s good works and his own nefarious schemes, and to confuse people as to the difference between good and evil (Isa. 5:20).
Remember that it works to the Devil’s advantage if he can confuse people about God’s goodness. Let’s take Mr. Noah Nuttin, who wrongly thinks that God is in control of both good and evil. Mr. Nuttin knows two people who sin in the same way (lying, stealing, adultery, etc.,— the type of sin does not matter). One of them suffers evil in his life and the other one suffers nothing, or worse, appears to profit from the sin. Is Mr. Nuttin confused about God? Absolutely. Does Mr. Nuttin think that God is a fair and righteous judge? No. Does Mr. Nuttin have an understanding upon which his faith (trust) in God can grow? No. Score another run for the Devil. Mr. Nuttin would not have been confused about the situation had he been properly taught what the Word of God says about the real cause of evil, sin and suffering.
One of Satan’s goals in his seemingly random affliction of people (and his corresponding distortion of God’s written Word) is to make it seem as if God is judging and punishing people now. He wants not only to blind people to God’s abundant goodness, grace and mercy, but also to convince them that God is unfairly, unpredictably and almost gleefully vindictive. From our perspective of contemporary Christian theology, he has pretty well succeeded.
An excerpt from the book Don’t Blame God! A Biblical Answer to the Problem of Evil, Sin, and Suffering.
I dig knowledge. In all realms – religion included. I’m not satisfied with someone simply telling me what to believe, what to do, how to live my life, I prefer to go back to the original source, absorb information from all sources and come to a logical, common sense conclusion myself. I have a brain, I’m not afraid to use it.
So articles like these? Are right up my alley.
Perhaps they will bless you, too.
A Facebook friend posted a link to this story:
I’ve been a massage therapist for many years now. I know what people look like.
People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table.
Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. (And that’s very appealing too.)
Woman have cellulite. All of them.
It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush.
Though I can appreciate the message behind this post: no one is perfect – we all have imperfections. Embrace your bodies, flaws and all, blahblahblah …
I can’t get past the whole “massage” thing. I can’t get past the whole “touching” me thing.
I’ve never done a massage. I have NO DESIRE to have a massage, now, or ever. The thought of some stranger, no matter how well trained and impersonal, touching me – even the most innocent of touches, makes me want to hurl.
It literally makes me shudder to think about it. I’m literally writing this while shuddering with disgust. I can’t do it, I just can’t do it. I know me. I would never be able to relax, or even come close to enjoying a massage. And I know I would be counting down the minutes until the torture was over. And then I would be annoyed because I just spent money on something I did not enjoy and can’t wait to be over. And then I would leave even more tense than when I went in.
I can’t even stand going to the dentist, or the doctor, or the hair dresser ..
Want to keep that hand? Do. Not. Touch. Me.
I don’t like to be touched. I don’t even like Kevin to touch me very much, WHICH IS AN ISSUE WHEN YOU’RE MARRIED.
But after nearly 24 years of marriage, I’ve learned to deal with my issues when it comes to Kevin. And I’m telling you right now, Kevin is the ONLY person I would ever allow to touch me.
I’m not even a hugger. I don’t like to hug. I don’t like to be in other people’s personal spaces and I get DEFENSIVE when someone is in my personal space.
I’m sure there is a psychological reason for my distaste. I’m sure it likely stems from my childhood, in fact, I’m pretty sure where it stems from, but that’s not something I wish to share with the Internet. Ever.
So yes. I agree our bodies are imperfect and we shouldn’t spend an insane amount of time obsessing on those imperfections, but I’m more grossed out by the thought this guy voluntarily touches all of those imperfect bodies on a nightly basis. (Nothing against this particular guy – I’m sure he’s very nice and very good at what he does, it’s me. And my issue).
Just .. yuk.
I realize I’m in the minority on this and yes, I’m weird. This is not surprising.
Yeah, me too. I got mine in the mail on Saturday and wore my hair like this to work today.
I’m on a mission to bring the 80’s hair styles back … pass the hairspray, will ya?
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