I am beat. I can hardly focus my eyes and they hurt even while closed. My head and brain are conspiring to find some way to force me into a reclined position and even my fingers are not cooperating as I try to type. It must be Friday or something.
I have more techs than I have patients this weekend which is rarely a good thing. Yes, it lets me cancel a few of the more problem employees and yes it means I was able to get all the techs I need confirmed, but there is still the aspect that they need to work their hours. They get benefits based on fulltime employment and when things like this happen they get free benefits. Hardly fair to those who must work all their hours, but there is little I can do from my end. I have begged and pleaded with the schedulers to do everything they can to find patients and I can hear two of them actually making calls during their lunch. Now that is dedication!
Since I tend to take Saturdays off when it comes to blogging I should probably give you the news today- I have a date this weekend. I know, I am shocked as well. Not entirely sure how it happened, but my brain took it upon itself to ask the receptionist out from the nerve treatment center I have been going to. Yes, the 19 year old I took out once before, but she is 20 now. I won’t feel like as big a perv this time I think. I just hope I can get past the 16 year difference this time because I do like her and I am pretty sure she likes me. The hang up is mine and I need to decide if I can handle it. I think I can.
I am not much in the writing mood right now. I think it is due to my splitting headache so I will update more later. Have a great day until the next Lemming News.
Sorry about the bad taste of yesterday’s headline. I was not mocking Anna at all, but rather the constant news coverage of her death. I read it today and realized it seemed rather cold hearted.
3 comments:
Go, intrepid procurer of dates!
Remember, A life lived in fear is a life half-lived...
I never got the hang of dating at all, and I don't envy you the process. I pretty much just kept the last puppy who followed me home.
Good luck this weekend, hope all goes well!
P.S.--I don't think you're the one who has made A.N. Smith's death tasteless and sad--I think she was on that trajectory for a long, long time.
Besides, I took your post title to be wry commentary on the nature of the media brouhaha, and not the patheticness of one person's life or death.
I hate dating and have happily been single and dateless for the past 10 years. I am not sure why I asked her out to be honest, but we will see.
You have the perv stamp of approval....My brother Dean is 47, his girlfriend is 19..they have a 11 month old baby (Jackson) and he has never been happier then he is right now....And she glows every time I see her....
Have fun man, don't get to serious, but don't be a wimp.......go for it bro!
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