I've been burning the candle again...as I sat in a meeting and waited for another round of caffeine to hit the ol' brain synapses, I remembered a few odd things I've observed lately:In a meeting last week, I noticed a woman's engagement ring whose diamond was bigger than the light on the top of Luxor hotel in Vegas. I'm not jealous. Really. I swear.
In navigating busy traffic around St. Fozzie's, I realized there was an ambulance behind me…and I was stuck in front of the ER entrance, blocking the ambulance from the ER. I've rarely felt more helpless!
Free food does not equal calorie-free food. Just because the meetings involve decent meal offerings, the pastries, espresso, and bacon-wrapped-stuffed chicken do not come without a price to the waistline. I have a renewed liking for fruit juices as I don't have time to get to the grocery store and buy real fruit. Did I mention I made a resolve to go back to the gym? That was 3 weeks ago and I can't find my membership card.
In the last two days, I've been asked to lead two large, hospital-wide endeavors. I'm wondering if this means I'll have a job here, like, permanently! When I told Jack, he just laughed and said "duh, that's why they gave you a raise. You will no longer have a life!" The one endeavor is a hospital-wide Illinois Department of Public Health Stroke designation and the other is a strategic plan to recruit former and current medical residents. The designation is huge, involves the creation of an entire new program and clinical protocols, and is completely intimidating. The resident recruitment thing seems a bit like party-planning.
Everyone likes chocolate. I've sent candy to a few folks via inter-departmental mail. Sister Lourdes laughed her head off when she received the 1 lb bag of M&M's, the director of the cardiology service line has a Butterfinger preference, and the Chief of Medicine sent us all an article from the New England Journal of Medicine which supported moderate chocolate consumption as beneficial to the heart. I hate to think of it as "brown-nosing;" it's more like CHOCOLATE nosing.
Haven't you missed my humor?
Lastly, I've also come to realize that I'm gradually phasing in to life here. I'll be in Chicagoland a lot more now, with the additional work responsibilities. So I've had to find a hair salon, a dentist, and a nail salon. Please don't ridicule me for the nail thing; the few women in the boardroom all have perfectly manicured nails. And I'm finished with the yardwork and softball for the year, so I might as well cave in to the peer pressure, I mean, desire to look professional.
In navigating busy traffic around St. Fozzie's, I realized there was an ambulance behind me…and I was stuck in front of the ER entrance, blocking the ambulance from the ER. I've rarely felt more helpless!
Free food does not equal calorie-free food. Just because the meetings involve decent meal offerings, the pastries, espresso, and bacon-wrapped-stuffed chicken do not come without a price to the waistline. I have a renewed liking for fruit juices as I don't have time to get to the grocery store and buy real fruit. Did I mention I made a resolve to go back to the gym? That was 3 weeks ago and I can't find my membership card.
In the last two days, I've been asked to lead two large, hospital-wide endeavors. I'm wondering if this means I'll have a job here, like, permanently! When I told Jack, he just laughed and said "duh, that's why they gave you a raise. You will no longer have a life!" The one endeavor is a hospital-wide Illinois Department of Public Health Stroke designation and the other is a strategic plan to recruit former and current medical residents. The designation is huge, involves the creation of an entire new program and clinical protocols, and is completely intimidating. The resident recruitment thing seems a bit like party-planning.
Everyone likes chocolate. I've sent candy to a few folks via inter-departmental mail. Sister Lourdes laughed her head off when she received the 1 lb bag of M&M's, the director of the cardiology service line has a Butterfinger preference, and the Chief of Medicine sent us all an article from the New England Journal of Medicine which supported moderate chocolate consumption as beneficial to the heart. I hate to think of it as "brown-nosing;" it's more like CHOCOLATE nosing.
Haven't you missed my humor?
Lastly, I've also come to realize that I'm gradually phasing in to life here. I'll be in Chicagoland a lot more now, with the additional work responsibilities. So I've had to find a hair salon, a dentist, and a nail salon. Please don't ridicule me for the nail thing; the few women in the boardroom all have perfectly manicured nails. And I'm finished with the yardwork and softball for the year, so I might as well cave in to the peer pressure, I mean, desire to look professional.
RINGS. How does one wear one of those magnificent rings without damaging, scratching, or otherwise marring something? I'd be a total klutz with one of those things. Plain band for me!
ReplyDeleteFREE FOOD..definitely does not mean fat-free! The last two weeks were killers with all the left-overs -- Chinese one day, Italian the next, and brownies for dessert...
That leads to CHOCOLATE. Only the darkest will do for me... the other stuff is way too sweet.