Living for the weekend

It will be Thursday - Friday Eve.  When I would mention that fact to Dr. H, he would tell me, "Ms. Broadaway, you are much too optimistic."  I sure do miss that man.

Odd week.  Chilly was banished to the unit I left - but she will be happier there.  I know this.  She was the UR person for the hospital (for 27 years) and one day, she walked into work and was told she no longer had a job at that site, that she was going to the satellite unit.  I wish they would banish me.  But I hate that she feels so thrown away (wouldn't anyone?).  So on the phone I hopped and called Dr. H, who promised faithfully to check in on her from time to time and make her feel welcome.  It was good to talk with him again.

The prison caught fire this week.  Apparently, it was burning when I walked out the door on Tuesday at 4:30.  The motor to one of the elevators was smoldering then, and from what I understand, shortly thereafter knocked out the power to the entire hospital.  There was in inmate in the elevator at the time and Sgt. Cain said it sounded like 10 in there, he was trying so hard to get out (there was smoke coming up through the shaft and he thought he was a goner).  But they put the fire out, rescued the inmate, and all is well, except we now have to take the stairs.

And I have a job interview on Friday - unless I chicken out on Friday Eve.  Not chicken out...I just don't really want the job.  And you KNOW that's when you usually get hired.

And in 3 days it will be Saturday and I can do all the things at home, get caught up on email and journals and housework and lounging about.  And grooming George.  Cooking...hmmm.

No sense in losing enthusiasm, now!