Write From Karen

So. This happened…

… and then I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize and when I listened to the voicemail, it was from my boss and she said, “Don’t worry about coming in to work today, the roads are just too bad.”

And I was like, “What?? That’s NEVER happened in the 25+ years I’ve been working,” and because that was so weird and I was a little dumbfounded, I called her back.

“Jill. Are you SURE you don’t want me to come in? I don’t live very far …?”

But no. She said to stay home.

I just hope patients don’t brave the roads and show up to a clinic that may, or may not, be open to see a doctor who is most likely not there to see them.

It should be an interesting day tomorrow fielding calls and rescheduling people.

But I’ll be honest, I’m glad they told me to stay home. I’m not usually a scaredy cat to drive when there’s bad weather, but when it’s nothing but chunky ice like you see in the above picture and it’s sticking and about an inch thick?

*MEOW*

I’m more relived that the boys aren’t going to school/class today. Because the thought of THEM out there driving in this mess gives me gray hairs. It’s bad enough that Kevin went into work, but he went in so early this morning, it was actually BEFORE most of the ice was dumped on us so I know he made it to work safely … (Now to get him home safely).

So. No work day. I have the entire day laid out in front of me and I don’t even know where to start. Do I read? Blog? Vlog? Clean house?

(HAHAHAHHAHA on that last one.)

I think I’ll just sit here, sip my coffee and munch on my dry Eggo and simply enjoy the fact that it’s going on 9:00 o’clock on a week day morning and I’m snug-as-a-bug at home in my long johns and hoodie.

UPDATED:

I had my doubts on whether calling off school/work was a good idea, but the roads are pretty chunky/crunchy with some heavy-duty ice, so it was the right call. However. Getting to school/work today will be a challenge.

So.

I’m feeling cocky and my ego has grown two heads today.

I’m feeling more confident about my job. I’m getting faster and more efficient and I’ve been asked (okay fine, I just sort of took it over because I’m one of those annoying leader-type people) to train the new girl.

(And I’m not okay with her just sitting there and watching me – who learns that way? I have to explain what I’m doing and WHY I’m doing something, so I’m talking a lot. And I’m sick of listening to my voice, quite frankly).

The nurse’s secretary is also new. And she’s a little freaked out when it comes to precerting testing through insurance companies. Granted, it’s not fun. And a pain. BUT, there’s a … trick to it. You just have to know what the insurance companies want to hear.

Granted, I’M NOT LYING. But when you precert tests, you sort of have to think outside the box and read between the lines on the doctor’s notes because they don’t often come right out and say what they’re looking for or trying to rule out.

Anyway. I found out that this girl came out of the nurse’s area crying on Friday, after I left early, because she was frustrated. And no one wanted to help her.

Enter Super Karen.

I know. I know. But dad gum it, how is anyone supposed to learn anything if no one takes the bull by the horns and freaking SHOWS them?!?

She gushed all over me. And told me, once again, that the nurses loved me and thought I was the best scheduler, hands down.

Even though it was really cool to hear that, I was beyond mortified. Okay. Let’s all agree I’m awesome quietly, shall we?? No need to broadcast that all over the clinic.

*ahem*

Anyway. I’m afraid it’s gone a teensy bit to my head. I found myself strutting around the clinic today and I was, erhm, a little more vocal than I have been. And more opinionated.

And I know where that usually leads me – Hello Trouble.

It’s time to rein it in and shut my mouth. And mind my P’s and Q’s.

And continue to be QUIETLY awesome.

HA!