I waited until 2:00 am to see Seether on Jimmy Kimmel's show. My clock goes off at 6:00 am. See my problem? Four measly hours of sleep. Oh well. All worth it to see my future ex-husband.
I'd do it again.
The early morning sucked out loud, but the day did get better. The dreaded inspectors left and my facility passed. I do believe that part of the reason they went easy is because I was there. I realize this sounds very egotistical or maybe even grandiose of me to say that, but the head inspector knows me quite well and likes me. She has said many times that if she sees me in a facility, she knows the medical records are going to be perfect. She did not even ask for a single chart to review.
I'm SO glad, because my clerk quit a few months back and they were too cheap to replace her, so I've been having some charts stacking up. I do as many as I can, but I do several jobs in that place, plus I travel, and I used to only be there 2 days a week. I'm only one person. So my department is not absolutely perfect right now. My reputation has served me very well in the past, so I am going to insist on some help. I don't want to lose that good standing.
I discovered my purpose in someone's life today. There is a saying that basically says "some people are in your life for a reason, some for a season, and some forever". I think I have come into the life of my new transcriptionist for a reason. Through several odd coincidences, I made a realization today that I am meant to help her. She has a problem. She needs some mothering from me. I'm not old enough to be her mother, but she is estranged from her mom and her life is falling apart in a way I can really relate to and help her with. I had a very strong feeling of intuition that I am meant to help her because her marriage is falling apart and her self esteem with it. I think she also realized we have a joint purpose today. What an odd moment it was.
On a lighter note: one of my wilder and crazier co-workers hit me up to go to Jamaica with her on a vacation next year at about this time. She says she is going to hold me to it and really expects me to go. Now stop your dirty dirty minds from going there... she's hetero. It ain't like *that*. She went last year with some girls and they lived it up for a whole month.
Nur$e$. Sometimes a sistah can afford it. Ya know? She told me to be ready to plunk down my money next spring. We'll see. Myramains?? Is you reading this? I might actually go if you do...
Ah... the pressure is off at work. Color me happy.