Knocked the Wind from My Sails
I had a rough week and I don't think I was the only one. Tanner's job let him go. He's just too nice to work there (seriously). The search begins again.
At my work, we had alot of folks out sick and were down to about half the team. I worked right up until 5 and then some on Friday. I was so tired Wednesday night that I slept for about 10 hours, half of it fully clothed where I'd just laid down for a moment on the bed and passed out. Plus, as good as things were going Wednesday, good clients, accomplishments and so forth, the afternoon meeting was like a punch to the gut. Nothing personal, truly. Just information and the enormity of the problems the program faces. Duncan, our teams second in command, traded e-mails to me. The support and pats on the back have been enough to get my wheels turning again. Duncan explained that I really was coming onto the team at a weird and troublesome moment. But, that I was doing a damn fine job. I just hope I can keep it up. Harry made a comment about "its not that we don't have the enthusiasm as case workers after 10 years or more, just that we don't have the endurance to do all the things our heart wants to."
Its been five years since the program at Pleasant Grove Nursing was cut. My last day there, September 2003, the therapist I worked with was dour. He blamed everyone, griped, complained. Then I got up and was about the leave the office. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Going to go make someone's day one last time." "But we've been laid off." He grumbled. "It's not our client's fault that someone doesn't want to fund us. I want to make a difference here for as long as I can, even if its just a couple more hours.. rather than sitting here, brewing in self pity." He glared and shook his head. "I'll be surprised if you still have that attitude in ten years... hell, even five years."
Its been over 5 years. I love what I do. I have the same motivation, slightly difference perspective, but still take joy in going out to see my clients every day. Some days I might drag my feet or grumble over a stubborn client, but I still go with bells on. So does Harry and Duncan, after 8 years of this intensive treatment in the field. Mark was full of shit.
The weekend was quiet and pleasant enough. Friday night is becoming out Nerd Night. We meet up for frozen pizza and watch BSG and Dollhouse at Pat n Pat. Its a wonderful way to end the weekend with friends and soda and sometimes alcohol. Saturday was low key. Biscuits for breakfast, Captain D's and Game stop at noon... then Guild Wars with Tanner most of the evening. If you still play, we're totally teaming up! Sunday, Forgotten Realms was canceled. Tanner was bummed, along with the rest of us. But we still had quesadillas, we gamed a tiny bit, then watched Flash Gordon, a first for Ry and Tanner. Nathan brought the perfect pick me up. Then, video games with friends. Twas good.
Meaningful Phrase: "Its a marathon of fetishes.