Monday, May 07, 2007
The one where she Won't. Stop. Whining.
Ok, first off-I was mistaken about the room Hubs is staying in. That kind of room is for the creme de la creme. His is just a standard sized one. So I can turn down the green eyed monster a notch or two.
I couldn't sleep last night. Partly because I don't sleep well without Hubs, and partly due to the caffeine overload at Queenies.
I got to thinking about the whole Personal Organizer business thing. Let's face it, the failure rate for new business is astronomical. And honestly? I've never done it. I know I can and there is a company not terribly far from here that is hiring. But, I want to be my own boss and not answer to someone else. What if I don't organize like they do? What if I don't do it to their prescribed way? I would hate it, no chance for any creativity. I guess I could call and find out. But I also wouldn't mind handling the business end of things either and I probably wouldn't do that if I worked for someone else.
I did get a pseudo-interview from a cardiologist today. When Doc made the decision to close the practice, she told him about me and he pretty much said that if I don't find anything else, I could go work for him. Kind of like the fall back wedding-"If my best guy friend and I aren't married by the time we're 30, we will marry each other." We ran into each other in the hallway and he asked about the timeline for when I can start. Um, ok. I know the pay, but what about the hours? And what would my duties be? Of course I would take the job, but it would be nice to know what is expected of me.
I had an interview last week for Office Manager for a security company. I kind of liked what I learned there and wouldn't mind being offered the job. It would be a managerial position. At my age, I am really tired of starting at the bottom of the food chain, again. At Doc's office, it was just the two of us. Ok, I wasn't supervising anyone, but I did so much there that it would just bug the shit out of me to report to someone with far less experience than me.
And just in case I haven't bitched enough about wanting everything handed to me on a silver platter, if I start with Cardio-Dude right away, I can kiss good-bye. any hope for a vacation this summer. And if I don't start right away, I risk alienating him from day one, AND we can't afford for me to be off a week without pay. (Refer back to my "I want to run my own home-based business" issues. This is just another reason why I have to shelve that idea).
I guess I really don't
know what I want to do. Pretty sad coming from a 41 year old, huh? I have been getting some great pick-me-ups from work though. Ever since we made the announcement that we were closing, patients have asked what I
will be doing. One went so far as to ask where I was going, because if she couldn't see Doc anymore, she would follow ME. *sniffle* I'm getting all verklempt here. It really feels good that not only are patients concerned about MY future (Doc's is all mapped out, and she is the type of person who will always land on her feet), but they would follow me because they really believed in the care that I was able to help provide as a medical assistant. So even though none of them read this, thank you all for the props. You have no idea how much it has helped me.
Manic Witch wove her spell::
5/07/2007 07:00:00 AM ::