Finally, I think it all fits!
I finally have figured out where I am and where I'm going...sort of. But you all know me, I'm not really happy unless I'm up to my neck in chaos. Ron and Charlie (my old residents) are doing ok. Charlie's the same, Ron is getting worse. I think his body is just running out of juice.
My new residents are lively and full of energy, and boy am I tired. But things are finally getting into a predictable pattern that I can deal with. I finally think I'm getting the hang of my job. The key is that I'm not supposed to be a friend, I'm supposed to be a boss. Unfortunately, that doesn't leave much room to play Mr. Nice Guy, but some people will always dislike me, it's a fact of life.
Other things are going ok. I'm just too busy to type all day. I'll talk to y'all later.
My new residents are lively and full of energy, and boy am I tired. But things are finally getting into a predictable pattern that I can deal with. I finally think I'm getting the hang of my job. The key is that I'm not supposed to be a friend, I'm supposed to be a boss. Unfortunately, that doesn't leave much room to play Mr. Nice Guy, but some people will always dislike me, it's a fact of life.
Other things are going ok. I'm just too busy to type all day. I'll talk to y'all later.