If it's Tuesday....
I look at the last four days of the week and try and guess how quickly they will pass. The time is now 13:25 PST. I cannot begin to count the number of phone calls I have taken or how many questions I have answered. The same 15 or 20 questions. Is Mr X there? Can you cancel my appointment? When was I there last? The repetition grates against my nerves.
I bring things from home to work on, compiling insurance information, craft supplies, books I know I will not be able to read because I won't be able to concentrate fully. The more things are on my mind the more things wind up in my backpack. It weights at least 20 pounds today. The more that's on my mind the more goes into the bag. I lost a fish this morning. I am sad, but not overly so. It's strange to admit.
Bye Bye pretty Myrna , Godspeed and thanks for stopping by.
I used to be the operator for the hospital. I always tried to answer the phone with a smile on my face and a spark in my voice...it seemed to help ...but I tell you what...I NEVER answer the phone at home any more. ever
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