I manage a 24 hour call center and it never ceases to amaze me the reasons/excuses I get for why people cannot come into work or why they are late. Here are just a few from this past week...
- 2 PM on Saturday "I am taking my husband to the emergency room but I am going to try to come in later." 11:59 PM that same day, "We are still here at the emergency room but they have not seen him yet." When I reminded her that she needs to bring a doctor's note any time she misses her shift and has had to go to the doctor for herself or a family member, "Well the time may be off a little." Ya think? The date and time on the note was from AFTER our last conversation. And, her husband still did not see the doctor so they do not know what is wrong with him. Hmmm.
- "I fell asleep in my car."
- "It's raining too hard."
- "My throat is scratchy and I think there are germs on my keyboard."
- "I have to study for my tests."
And the #1 excuse I heard this week (and I may never be able to top this one),
- "I have to leave (after being at work 30 mins.) because my girlfriend fell off the pole at work and they think she may have broken her leg." Fell off the pole?? "Yeah, she is an entertainer ... stripper and she had probably been drinking."
I think one of the reasons I had not tried to get back into this old blog in so long was I did not feel I had anything interesting to say. That may be true but I'm still gonna say it.
So, if I had been writing over the last year or so I might have mentioned
- Tidbits about what the granddaughters were doing
- Stuff about my kids - even if they would prefer I didn't.
- I have lost 115 lbs. Wow! Looking at that I realize it is the equivalent of a whole small framed person.
- I also lost a lot of my hair along the way but most of it has come back. For those of you who have experienced it, it is a scary proposition.
- My job absolutely stinks but I keep saying I should be glad, in this economy, to be employed. Some days, yes. Many days, No!
- My friend and coworker, Karen, has colon cancer. She just found out a few weeks ago and it is stage 3-4. I think about this a lot and scold myself for whining over my little aches and pains.
- I think I have forgotten how to share my life with a man. I've enjoyed 'em when I had 'em but now I am way too independent. Or is that another way of saying "selfish"?
- I'm totally into photography these days. I love taking pictures of nature. I have taken some shots I really love, blown them up, matted and framed them. Maybe I can figure out how to share them here soon.
- In trying to "get a life" beyond the walls of work, I have recently seen a few movies, gone to a professional baseball game, been to a bluebonnet festival, enjoyed some azalea trails and joined an online dating service. What a hoot when my own doctor was one of the very first "matches" I was sent.
- I love Facebook and have reconnected with friends from long ago and far away.
That's a good start and the thing I need to remember the most is that I must start this little venture earlier in the evening from now on.
I think of you, old friend, so often, and plan to come visit but I forgot the path. But here I am. I stumbled back, quite by accident while visiting the home of another. I was not sure I could even remember how to get in here. I am excited.
Of course, now that I have remembered how to unlock the access, I cannot recall all of the things I wanted to share. They will come to me. I just need to make it a habit. It has been so long since I posted I no longer remember how to pimp my space. Or even change my font. I will get it back. I love getting the ol' creative juices flowing again.
And, now that I have gotten back in here, I need to go through and delete all those spam comments on old posts.
I see something new. Must check out "Monetize." My guess, before looking at that tab is it has something to do with making money off your blog by advertising.
I kept waiting for something good to post about and then more time passed and my priorities shifted and then so much time had passed I almost decided to start from scratch with a new blog. This morning I actually saw my little blog on a friend's post and decided I needed to get back ... so here I am. So much has happened since I was here last. I am super busy at work but I am thrilled to be employed in this economy so I will keep my grousing to a minimum. I have a new grandaughter. I have lost 96 pounds since Christmas. I attended a family reunion and really should have written about that! I went to Florida and Sea World and got lots of great pictures. Yes, I can see that I had plenty I could have shared. I find I have a limited amount of time to spend on the computer so I shall reprioritize and set aside Facebook and refocus on my little piece of cyberspace. Thanks to those of you who inquired as to my where abouts during my hiatus. It was nice to know I was missed and I will try to do better. Every spring when the weather starts to warm up and I put on shorts I am shocked by my very white legs. Now, they are not just a little pale. They are so white they actually have a glare and people around me require sunglasses. Years ago when I had more money than sense I would go to a tanning salon. I would start out at a slow, low level and lay there for just a few minutes. My intent was to put just a little color in my otherwise pasty skin. At one point I complained to the technician (what do you call the person who assigns you to a room?) that nothing seemed to be happening so maybe we needed to turn it up a notch. She told me that one of the beds had just had the bulbs changed so that might speed things up. And, she was going to set the timer for a longer period of time.Huge mistake! The combination of the intense bulbs and the longer duration caused me to end up at the emergency clinic with what they called "solar poisoning." I was in horrific pain and looked like a cooked lobster. That was the last time I subjected myself to a tanning booth. Spray on tan seemed like a good idea. No risk of pain. I had no idea what I was doing when I used a coupon to get the "look like you have been to the islands." I had a date that evening and as the evening progressed I noticed my arms were getting darker and darker. A little while later I went to the restroom and I laughed when I saw how white my teeth were. My skin continued to get darker and my teeth kept looking brighter and brighter. Again, the need for sunglasses for those around me to cut the glare my smile was emitting. My date and I had a good laugh as we made bets on what would be my final ethnicity. Then there are the do it yourself self tanning lotions. I tried that, too, but you have to purchase just the right lotion and be very careful how you apply it. It was too much trouble to try and keep things even. I would end up with extra lotion in the crease of my elbow or at the wrist or behind my knees which gave the appearance I needed a bath. How many times did I have to wear long pants in the summer to avoid the inevitable stares?I have a coworker that must be using a self tanning lotion because he keeps showing up with rusty looking hands. No thanks. I will keep telling myself that my very white skin complements my very white hair. Whatever!
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