Tag: Work

Friday

6:42am Friday. My old boss reached out to me earlier this week. I haven’t seen her for years. Haven’t talked to her very much lately. She moved to Washington state. We got along well, even earned our mba’s together. She texted me and said she might be coming to Phoenix in December/January. It would be good to see her. I felt happy when I heard from her. I haven’t felt happiness for a while. I am tired of feeling mopey!

New

8:30am Friday, in the office. I hurried into the office this morning to check my email. I was expecting a notice from corporate. Talent acquisition had extended offers to a number of candidates. It was imperative we get them on board. The news was good. “Candidate accepted offer; start date in two weeks.” I felt happy. Now I can begin planning for a more certain future.

Frustrating

8:24am Thursday. The calls come in first thing in the morning. Angry family members, disappointed referral sources. They have expectations for service and they cannot be met. There is not enough staff. We have stopped bringing on clients and the census is going down but it is still too much for those that are trying to provide care.

New boss

6:49am Wednesday. The new bosses are coming to the office today. They will arrive at 10 and leave by noon. It is an informal meeting before the acquisition closes next month. I don’t have many expectations. They didn’t choose me and I didn’t choose them. These relationships seldom work out. I will keep an open mind.

While laying in bed I thought about the importance of staying in the present. When I focus on the moment at hand I am happy. If I plan too far ahead or spend too much time thinking about the past I get sad. I don’t like being sad. I am taking time off next week to spend time in California with my daughter. That is as far as I will look ahead. Nothing else is guaranteed.

I dreamt about the WIL last night. I was an usher at a church. She walked in with her husband. Her and I didn’t talk but her husband stayed behind. He got close to me and tried to intimidate me. I kept it casual and asked how the three boys were doing. He told me the one was in the hospital. I was alarmed and asked for more details but now I can’t recall what he said. I am not sure what to make of the dream.

Wednesday

9:35am Wednesday morning. The next morning I got an email from a former client. She was effusive, and quite pleasant, with her praise for our service. Despite worries (we were short staffed), she was pleased with the attention offered her family. She said she wanted to donate to the general fund and was inquiring how to do so. She had no doubt the money would go to a good cause and help families in need. I provided the information and thanked her for the generous offer.

Coffee

8:35am Thursday. On my way down the hill, just before work, I ran into Tara, a social worker on staff. It was fortuitous we met. I had papers she needed to sign. She said she was running late but would catch up with me at 8:30. A short time later she texted to tell me it would be closer to 9. Then 9:15am. For the most part she isn’t very punctual; or reliable. But she is friendly and I enjoy talking with her. Besides, finding social workers of any caliber can be challenging.

The Auditor

6:08am Thursday morning. At that point the auditor came in. It had been rumored she was difficult to get along with and not very well liked. But when you talk with her she appears pleasant and accommodating. She singled me out because I was the director. I listened to what she had to say and dutifully answered her questions. I found her pleasant enough and had no reason to question her sincerity. Her name was Joyce. She wore a black silk face covering over her mouth and nose, which made me notice her hazel eyes and red hair. She had on a green pant suit and was pulling a computer bag behind her. After getting seated in the conference room she began to set up her computer for the audit.

Wednesday night

8:08pm Wednesday night. I was distracted at work today. The morning dragged so I went home and took a nap for a couple hours. When I returned I had messages waiting for me. That got me focused. I worked hard all afternoon and came home exhausted, yet happy. I had been productive. I ate dinner and watched a movie before going to bed.