I'm happy to report that I was not riding the yellow pony (Valium) today. I only had one period of severe Dagget grief in the mid afternoon. I miss him every day, but my ability to cope is returning.
On the job front:
I was approached today by a new client who wanted to know if I would be interested in coming on board as a corporate PPS trainer and be over the HIM departments for better than a dozen hospitals. There would be a nice salary and expense account of course, and I would have use of corporate apartments in the towns I would be regularly visiting for training sessions and audits.
Um, yes. Yes I would be interested in that.
This position does not begin for 4 to 6 more months, unless they decide to jump suddenly, but it's definitely something I want to do when the time comes.
I was also approached today and asked about my knowledge about Joint Commission Accreditation and I have done this before too, so that is another job option. This new place wants me and I am all about helping them set up, but I'd like to keep it on a contract basis rather than being trapped in another single facility.
They are trying to get everything signed, sealed, and delivered so we can get on with it and start setting up the new hospital. Maybe I can work on that while I wait for my corporate position to start.
Plus I have to somehow get back down to the out of town client I audited this past weekend, because I had enough findings that they want me to recode every case they've had.
I'm contemplating just resigning my crappy position that has been giving me so much shit lately. I'm torn between the joy of resigning *suddenly* and the fun of letting them have to try to come up with some new bogus reason to fire me. hahaha.
I was thinking it might be funny to start coming in at 7:30 am every day just to send them the message that they'll have to dig deep and think again to find a new bogus reason to write me up and try to fire me over. They are soooooo transparent. They actually set the time clock 6 minutes fast so they could write everyone up for being tardy. They told us that they knew the time clock was wrong, but we all had to live by that time - 6 minutes ahead of the rest of our time zone.
It's just a big old party every day around there. I have 2 more days off, (thank you Puppet-boy, I am truly enjoying it)and then I might call in sick for the last 2 days of this week. Undecided there. I might go in and resign. I might go in and show them that they are going to have to work harder to get rid of me. It's like having 3 great candy bars in front of me and having to choose just one. I don't know which thing to do just yet.
Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.