Looking Glass

 Thursday, 7/31/14 became another pivotal day and a tough one to have under my belt. I turned in my Letter of Resignation with dignity, confidence and a bit of sadness. It was an odd day, to say the least.  I approached Kim and Brian (the director and his administrator wife) while they were both in Brian's office. I had a copy of my resignation letter for them both. I handed each one of them their copy in an envelope. Kim, "What's this?" Brian in a joking tone, "A letter of resignation?" Kim laughed, "Yea, right." I shook my head and said in a quiet tone, "It is." Kim, "What?" They both tore into their envelopes at the same time and read the letter. When I could see them reading it for the second time, I sat in a nearby chair, unsure of what was coming next. The opening line of my letter was, "It is with a heavy heart that I give you this Letter of Resignation and notify you that my last day of employment with GTBHC...

  I sit on my patio after a long day of work and driving. The warm evening air cuddles me like a shawl while the subtlest of breezes bounds at me, enticing a cooling affect, but failing. The vegetation remains green and healthy despite the lack of rain in recent weeks. It proudly stands to the evening sky; the rhododendrons, tall wild grasses, the ivy growing at a hare's pace, all embracing the boundary of the lawn and adding a variety of greens in worship of the sun. The water is a clear reflection of the sky with  shore side trees and the bright blue sky mirroring it. The sunset is still hours away. A distant lawnmower is the only sound heard and this is a perfect time for reflection, not just for the water.  I think back on this last year and am still grateful for the job offering I had and clutched. I think of the many things I learned, the excitement of new supervisor responsibilities and the connections and respect...

 This last week I did go into a SeaMar clinic in Tacoma (near my job) to get a TB test...the final task of my new employment, other than negotiating a start date with the director. I have never had this test before, which consist of a few minutes of time and a nurse shooting a small amount of liquid under your forearm skin. Thee days later you need to go back and have a nurse see if you've developed a lump on the site. If so, something is not right. My mark went away within 24 hours, but I still needed to go to the clinic for a reading. I was able to do this in the clinic of  my new employment, here in Olympia.  My friend Angie checked the site and afterwards, being one of the managers, had a nice conversation with me about the pending job. She explained one of the primary roles is being a leader to the staff and she told me of the autonomy of the position, and office tasks. Leadership is a main characteristic they sought.  A few nights ago, I composed my...

  This is not going to be a pleasant blog post, so you may want to go onto the next blog of choice.  Saturday is usually a day of errands for me, and like many, this Saturday started out with being paged at 7:32 am, called upon to solve some problems with scheduling and staffing client shifts. At 10:41 am, most of the problems were solved, although I still had an evening shift to cover Sunday pm. Many calls were made to many care givers for help with the staffing, and only a small percent returned my calls. After all, it was 98 degrees here in Western Washington and that was probably a primary reason for the lack of return calls.  When the meat of my morning had passed, I showered and dressed to head on my way to accomplish something on a personal basis. The list of errands was on my mind and my territorial map was drawn in my mind in order to be strategic with my driving.  First was a bank stop which was handled via the drive thru and I quickly hit the freew...

 Tuesday night while at my Toastmaster's meeting, I had to step out of the room to take two "on call" calls. They were easy, though disruptive. Then my personal phone rang and out of the normal brush off, I stepped out of the room to take the call. It was Sean, the Director of the SeaMar Clinic of where I interviewed two weeks ago. I had basically written the interview off but he called to offer me the position of Front Office Supervisor, of which I had applied. I was stunned and gracious.  We made arrangements for my time to be at the clinic Thursday morning to complete some new hire paperwork and background checks. I was above cloud nine but kept my mouth shut to anyone else.  When I got to the car after the meeting adjourned, I felt choked up and called my daughter in Houston. I had to tell someone! She put me on speaker phone so her fiancé' could hear as well, while I made the announcement. My daughter was especially thrilled because she has been around enough ...

 Why on earth is it a Saturday morning and I am up at 5:45? I am not on call, so I don't know why.  But, here I am with my new laptop sitting on my covered patio, listening to the rain and watching the gray give way to my view. I sit with my hot coffee just contemplating...oh oh...contemplating...we know what that means. Here comes a post about who knows what. (Smile here, or leave the page quickly...your choice.)  My day yesterday was out of whack, since my lie of oversleeping and placing a call to my boss at 8:10 reporting this. I called my co worker as well, per his request, as he was at a doctor appointment. (Salt to the wound/lie.) She laughed and said, "No worries. Take your time." Of course I did, I had an interview! Guilt added to my guilty conscience.  The interview went well but I have no inclination how far into the running for the position of Front Office Supervisor I am. I am not a good judge of these circumstances and I wouldn't be surprised...

 I have not heard a word or seen an email since my application packet was forwarded to the hiring manager at Work Source. That's OK. I am sure they have tons of applicants and I am not holding my breath anyway. No stress or worries about it...que sera, sera. (yes that is how you spell it...I asked Wikipedia...smile here.)  Out of left field a few nights ago, I received a message from a good friend and she said another friend of mine was working at a clinic that was looking for a Front Office Supervisor. I contacted the friend and she told me about the position and forwarded my resume onto the clinic director. She suggested I fill out the on line application as well.  Before I had that process completed, the director had left me a message and we played phone tag for a day. I called him this morning and he did get my completed application and set up an interview for tomorrow morning! What the hell? I can't believe that two friends told me of jobs a...