proud
grandma
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Merry Christmas!

(what's up with this rain?)

Crazy day at work today.
There are six of us in the office, one is retiring tommorrow, one is going on maternity leave in March and the other...the one who knows the most about running the office is 7 months pregnant and has ended up in the hospital and will not be returning to work.
I was jumping in as much as I could, smiling and nodding at the doctors as they relayed information to me, trying not to look like it was all going straight over my head. Then as soon as they turned their backs I would run to one of the other girls and have them explain to me what the freak they were talking about.

We lost 2 patients today.
I don't mean lost as in they had a bad experience and won't be returning, I mean lost as in I turned around and they were gone. I was a little mistified myself. One wasn't my fault. The other...well..... I wasn't ready to take the blame, but apparently b/c I was holding the file, I was responsible (who knew?)
it was one screw up after another for all of us, real steller day at the eye clininc.

It could be worse, I could be working in the Christmas retail nightmare at London Drugs.

I hate when he's right....

I was looking through my inbox for an old email when I came across one from my (ex) husband. He sent it last January and in it encouraged me to take the road less travelled and go to Africa for a month or more. To do what I was called to do, take the opportunity before settling into the mundane business of life.
I'm not sure why I didn't. At the time I didn't want to lose the stability of my job. Looking back I wonder why I didn't travel after we sold the house. I could have gone for a month. I didn't have any financial commitments, I could have easily gotten my job back after.
I was to scared and unsure.
I have now settled into the mundane business of life, with a mortgage and a job. I love my house and think it was a great decision, but really....I had an opportunity and I didn't take it.
Now what?