I had my ninety-day evaluation at work today and everything was good. I met or exceeded expectations in every category. I was especially commended for my work ethic and people skills. I suppose that comes from all those years of working with patients and physicians, and always understaffed. They seem happy to have me.
|Piecing my life back together . . .|
And I'm happy to be there. I really do love this job. I look forward to going to work. I enjoy what I do - it's prefect for my anal retentive personality, and there is a lot of variety and interesting stuff to learn. And I like the people I work with - I'm old enough to know that you can't overestimate the importance of that, especially in a job with so few employees. I can see myself working there for a long time.
I feel like I'm slowly piecing together some kind of life. I love my job, I'm financially solvent, I have the a rhythm down for the yard work and errands, and I'm knitting again. The housework isn't always up to my standards, but I'm learning to loosen my standards when necessary. Some dust and furballs never killed anybody. Jethro's habit of collecting kittens doesn't help that, but they're worth it. What I'm piecing together isn't the life I wanted. But I'm doing okay with the one I have, and that's progress. At least, it feels like progress. And it feels good.
I'll be off to bed soon. Tomorrow's Friday, so I have to be there at 7:15 instead of 7:30. I'll be at the drive-up again, but I'm off at 5:00 instead of 6:00. Fridays are so busy that the time passes quickly. I have the weekend off and don't need to mow, so I may get some neglected housework done. And if you can get a hall pass and come for a visit, I still promise to put on a flannel nightgown just for you.