I have been in awe over the past twenty-four hours. I realized that my circle of friends includes of the strongest women I have ever met. The one that is the most apparent because she holds a doctorate degree. She is the one who set my Monday interview up for me. She is what opened my eyes for me, because I couldn't believe that I would attract someone so well educated, well connected and so prominent in our community. When I was speaking with one of the other women at my awe of the good doctor, she mentioned that we all are strong women in some aspect of our lives. This brought me to a recognition that the woman I was speaking with was an entrepenuer who, obviously, owned her own business, was a mom of two and also had high community service (she was the touchstone for the Tour De Georgia ). Then there is one of my best girlfriends, who is a young single mom who has chosen to wait tables so that she can spend more time with her daughter rather than get a real job until Iris goes off to school. Although, I think the plan is that she will go back to school about the same time. Her decision to be a single mom was a tough one and while rewarding I'm sure, it has been quite an adventure to be a part. Then there is my favorite girlfriend and spritual guide. She was a kept woman until her husband decided that he wanted to be a mad scientist for a while and so to work she went. She supports a family of five people on forty hours a week at Home Depot. He helps, mind you, but when you are tampering with dreams they are slow to develop and take lots of time and energy. She has one teenager out of the house and has two that are a junior and a sophomore who are on their way out of the house. She helps more people than probably any woman I know. She is not a woman who is a part of the community, she is a woman of humility and honor and is of maximum service to God and her fellows. It is amazing to be in her prescence.
All of these women are a part of my life today and to me, that is a miracle. These women want to be a part of my life today and that is even more a miracle to me. I am proud of these women, not because they are my friends, rather that they are women of strength and character, most importantly they are all women of God. These God-based relationships are what I have been striving for in my life. These women are women that I have been striving to be a part of in my life. Amazing.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Ooh Ahh! Holy Snikies!
So as it turns out a girlfriend of my girlfriend is a business instructor at the college and she has made it her mission to find me another job. I have another interview (seeing as the one at the technical college obviously hasn't panned out!) on Monday for lunch. It is a 30k-40k position with benefits and while many do not see this as anything other than a starting position, I see it as a tax bracket increase! I am so excited that my level of jobs are rising to the level of my ability. I am very excited! It is for the city events coordinator in Cornelia which is two cities from me, but only about fifteen minutes from me. (Yes, Dad this would put more miles on my car: by about ten a day!ISN"T THAT GREAT?!) It has another title, but the gist of it is city events and coordination of businesses. I am tickled.
The weekend seems to be focusing its self. I am going to PTC tomorrow and Marietta on Saturday and back to the Mountains on Sunday. It should be eventful.
So as it turns out a girlfriend of my girlfriend is a business instructor at the college and she has made it her mission to find me another job. I have another interview (seeing as the one at the technical college obviously hasn't panned out!) on Monday for lunch. It is a 30k-40k position with benefits and while many do not see this as anything other than a starting position, I see it as a tax bracket increase! I am so excited that my level of jobs are rising to the level of my ability. I am very excited! It is for the city events coordinator in Cornelia which is two cities from me, but only about fifteen minutes from me. (Yes, Dad this would put more miles on my car: by about ten a day!ISN"T THAT GREAT?!) It has another title, but the gist of it is city events and coordination of businesses. I am tickled.
The weekend seems to be focusing its self. I am going to PTC tomorrow and Marietta on Saturday and back to the Mountains on Sunday. It should be eventful.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station,
You can be there by four thirty,
Cause I made your reservation...
Yesterday folks were walkin' in Clarkesville! Wow! The middle school track team, the elderly, the construction worker, the girlfriends and the runners were RUNNNING (say this last word as though from Greensboro, Al-LA-BAMA!). It was amazing how busy the city park was. There were children on the play sets, in the trees, by the river. There were single walkers, friends, co-workers, team mates, coaches, work out buddies, the guy who had the heart attack and his doctor told him to start walking, and the couple who is trying to be healthy. There were parents everywhere keeping one eye on the child and the other on the track. The walking path at Pitts Park is one third of a mile so three laps and you've got it made. The convienent play ground in the center of the track makes it a cake walk to see the kids and get the excercise. The kids like it because all of their friends are there and the adults like it because all their friends are there also! It is a true place of community. My girlfriend Sherry invited me to go walking with her Michelle down at the park and how exciting it was. I felt a part of/ a member of my little city. It was great fun and healthy too. Who would guess that I would find those two together again?
And I'll meet you at the station,
You can be there by four thirty,
Cause I made your reservation...
Yesterday folks were walkin' in Clarkesville! Wow! The middle school track team, the elderly, the construction worker, the girlfriends and the runners were RUNNNING (say this last word as though from Greensboro, Al-LA-BAMA!). It was amazing how busy the city park was. There were children on the play sets, in the trees, by the river. There were single walkers, friends, co-workers, team mates, coaches, work out buddies, the guy who had the heart attack and his doctor told him to start walking, and the couple who is trying to be healthy. There were parents everywhere keeping one eye on the child and the other on the track. The walking path at Pitts Park is one third of a mile so three laps and you've got it made. The convienent play ground in the center of the track makes it a cake walk to see the kids and get the excercise. The kids like it because all of their friends are there and the adults like it because all their friends are there also! It is a true place of community. My girlfriend Sherry invited me to go walking with her Michelle down at the park and how exciting it was. I felt a part of/ a member of my little city. It was great fun and healthy too. Who would guess that I would find those two together again?
Monday, April 25, 2005
Weekend was good:
Friday I got to babysit Iris-pie. She is toddling and running is a new concept. She has not stepped into that full throtle run, but she is coming close. She is forming two word sentences. She uses "mommie" as a verb for "I want." It is strange to interpret baby language. She points and says "mommie ball" and that means "I want the ball." Not kidding. She was a cute baby Friday night, which is not true all the time. I hear that she has begun the toddler fit syndrome. I have not seen it yet, but the other babysitters tell me about it. Saturday was a sleepy day up until I woke up. I ended up awake to find I was late to decorate the square in Clarkesville. I got to put out orange balloons and banners for the Tour De Georgia. The Habersham High School Jazz Band played in the gazebo all morning. They were pretty good. It felt like something out of a movie. There were people everywhere. The stores set up little tables to vend their different products. It was cool. It was cool in a literal sense. The wind was fierce. We kept losing the balloons. Some cow in some pasture is thoroughly decorated with orange balloons on their horns. The bikes came through about one or so. They were going about thirty five mph so maybe I got a picture. I won't find out for a while though because I am a slacker on picture development. Saturday afternoon was fun. I got a call for help from my girlfriend, Angie, who was moving. She bought a beautiful piece of property in Carnesville with a home and fenced in yard for her dogs. It is more room than she will ever use, but it was a steal. So I moved her from Cornelia to Carnesville all afternoon. Sunday I spent the day cleaning. I didn't even go to breakfast with the boys. I did four loads of laundry and cleaned the whole apartment. Alan called about lunch time. I met him for lunch. He was in town from Alabama for a wedding. Remembering he was a fisherman, I took him up to Mark of the Potter to see the largest trout alive. There is no fishing there and the trout are fed by tourist so they are massive. He took off about three back to finish off his best man duties and return home. I tried to watch a little of "All the President's Men." Yeah, had no idea what it was about and am amazed at it. It is great. John and I went for Great Wraps about half way through the movie. It a nice way to end the day. He is such a wonderful man to me. Overall it was a busy and productive weekend. Here I am on Monday again and am back to the grindstone. No word on the interview so on I plunge back into the world of resumes and potential interview.
Friday I got to babysit Iris-pie. She is toddling and running is a new concept. She has not stepped into that full throtle run, but she is coming close. She is forming two word sentences. She uses "mommie" as a verb for "I want." It is strange to interpret baby language. She points and says "mommie ball" and that means "I want the ball." Not kidding. She was a cute baby Friday night, which is not true all the time. I hear that she has begun the toddler fit syndrome. I have not seen it yet, but the other babysitters tell me about it. Saturday was a sleepy day up until I woke up. I ended up awake to find I was late to decorate the square in Clarkesville. I got to put out orange balloons and banners for the Tour De Georgia. The Habersham High School Jazz Band played in the gazebo all morning. They were pretty good. It felt like something out of a movie. There were people everywhere. The stores set up little tables to vend their different products. It was cool. It was cool in a literal sense. The wind was fierce. We kept losing the balloons. Some cow in some pasture is thoroughly decorated with orange balloons on their horns. The bikes came through about one or so. They were going about thirty five mph so maybe I got a picture. I won't find out for a while though because I am a slacker on picture development. Saturday afternoon was fun. I got a call for help from my girlfriend, Angie, who was moving. She bought a beautiful piece of property in Carnesville with a home and fenced in yard for her dogs. It is more room than she will ever use, but it was a steal. So I moved her from Cornelia to Carnesville all afternoon. Sunday I spent the day cleaning. I didn't even go to breakfast with the boys. I did four loads of laundry and cleaned the whole apartment. Alan called about lunch time. I met him for lunch. He was in town from Alabama for a wedding. Remembering he was a fisherman, I took him up to Mark of the Potter to see the largest trout alive. There is no fishing there and the trout are fed by tourist so they are massive. He took off about three back to finish off his best man duties and return home. I tried to watch a little of "All the President's Men." Yeah, had no idea what it was about and am amazed at it. It is great. John and I went for Great Wraps about half way through the movie. It a nice way to end the day. He is such a wonderful man to me. Overall it was a busy and productive weekend. Here I am on Monday again and am back to the grindstone. No word on the interview so on I plunge back into the world of resumes and potential interview.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
So I am proud of myself again today. I went to the dentist like a big girl. I don't like going to the dentist because typically it means that I will end up going once a week for the following six months. Sure enough, I have to go back repeatedly for the next six months. Almost all my teeth have cavities that have been filled or rooted or something. Dr. Cherry told me that I would lose all my teeth by the time I was forty. Turns out, that is not true. Dr. Bowling (she is my snazzy new insurance approved dentist) says that Dr. Cherry is right to some degree. She says that my teeth have so many fillings that if she continues to drill on them, they will continue to get worse. The most suseptible area of the tooth is where the filling lines the tooth, she says, thus more drilling. Crowns are needed for xyz teeth and fillings are still okay for xyz teeth and yadayadayada...The most pertinent teeth to fix first are the front four to six. I have several MAJOR fillings that are cracked in my front four teeth. Turns out that is not a good thing. She says crowns. She says that the only way to save my teeth so they don't fall out by the time I am thirty is crowns. Thirty, not forty, thirty. I am pushing thirty as we speak, so I am going to get crowns. Not to mention, because it is "neccessary" the insurance will pay for it! Hurray! It is not "cosmetic" she said. Cosmetic...like I would cap my teeth for fun...puleez! I have one filling that has moved. It picked up and has set its self away from the tooth. (That was the one that the man put in while I was at Scovill on their insurance, guess he wasn't worth my time!) She didn't say shody work, but it was an implication from the way she described the filling. So that is one that I just had done that has to be redone. Oh, and crown the very back tooth next to where my wisdom teeth used to be but are no more. It is an ugly one. You can tell it needs something more than a filling. She said that once it is all done, I will have floride treatment for home and bleaching treatment for home and special floss in order to keep my teeth until I am seventy. I think that sounds much better than forty. I think she also realizes that she will be able to pay for a new car. Thank goodness for insurance.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
IT'S OVER....
The interview is over. I went to this interview in someone else's suit because I didn't feel comfortable in any of my clothes. I took advice from every person who would give it to me. I have been going nuts since Monday in total panic that I would screw this up. I didn't screw it up after all. I did go in and was honest and sincere and answered the questions to the best of my ability. I did have questions for them and presented myself in an orderly, professional manner. And it is over. NOW I can clean my house and do my laundry. I did take out my trash and turn on the dishwasher. Thank goodness for dishwashers. Now I can go back to normal.
How did it go? There were 70 applicants and two days worth of interviews (10-15 interviews). They will narrow it to 5 by next week where I will interview with the President. At that time then we shall see about the job. I interview well there is no question about that. If there is anything I do well it is talk. The woman who entered after me looked just as capable as myself and tells me that they have their work cut out for them. I am just glad it is over. AND I won't know squat until Friday.
This real life thing is time consuming. I sent in a resume only to wait for a month to be called and wait a week for an interview where I have to wait another week for another interview to tell me if I get to have a new job. GOOD GRIEF. In the old world that I have come to find was not real, I walked in and said you need help, I need a job, to which they responded: When can you start? None of this patience or waiting thing. It is so exhasperating to be an adult.
The interview is over. I went to this interview in someone else's suit because I didn't feel comfortable in any of my clothes. I took advice from every person who would give it to me. I have been going nuts since Monday in total panic that I would screw this up. I didn't screw it up after all. I did go in and was honest and sincere and answered the questions to the best of my ability. I did have questions for them and presented myself in an orderly, professional manner. And it is over. NOW I can clean my house and do my laundry. I did take out my trash and turn on the dishwasher. Thank goodness for dishwashers. Now I can go back to normal.
How did it go? There were 70 applicants and two days worth of interviews (10-15 interviews). They will narrow it to 5 by next week where I will interview with the President. At that time then we shall see about the job. I interview well there is no question about that. If there is anything I do well it is talk. The woman who entered after me looked just as capable as myself and tells me that they have their work cut out for them. I am just glad it is over. AND I won't know squat until Friday.
This real life thing is time consuming. I sent in a resume only to wait for a month to be called and wait a week for an interview where I have to wait another week for another interview to tell me if I get to have a new job. GOOD GRIEF. In the old world that I have come to find was not real, I walked in and said you need help, I need a job, to which they responded: When can you start? None of this patience or waiting thing. It is so exhasperating to be an adult.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Weekend Report
I am officially tan. It is such a hoot. I went to my girlfried who owns a personal salon and she sprayed my tan. It is the craziest thing I have ever done. I recognize this makes me the most conservative person you have ever met, but it is the truth. The only time I have ever been considered tan was when I lifeguarded at the pool for a summer and had lifeguarded at a camp the summer prior. Two lovely summers of tan. Any other time in my life I have been about the color of a lobster. Never the color of a bean, but this weekend I walked into the salon alabaster and came out alabaster, but eight hours later was tan. Aparently the stuff she sprayed me with works with my amino acids in my skin and actually turns the pigment colors. If you looked at me, you would not know I was tan, but I know that I am tan and that is all that matters. If I forget that I am tan, all I have to do is look at my tan lines. Yes, I have tan lines.
Other than that, I layed out at Megan's house and read in my Harry Potter book. I went to get sprayed (although I should say ahead of time, I went with Megan thinking she was going to get sprayed not me, turns out we both got sprayed). I played golf. Well, I went to the driving range. There was a nice man there who came over after watching me swing and asked to see my clubs. He said that I was gripping the club too tightly. Turns out my grips are cracked and need to be "regripped." Didn't know there was such a thing. My friend Tony used to do that at a shop he owned in Florida and so he is "regripping" my three little clubs that I was using to practice with in exchange for a casserole. I am going to make my Mom's famous chicken casserole tonight and take it to him. He is a batchelor so a casserole will feed him for a week, he said. I have blisters on my hands from driving the ball almost two hundred yards. Okay, so that only happened once. I hit the 175 sign. Luck, it's a great thing. My red blush from playing golf under my sprayed tan gave it quite an authenticity I wasn't planning.
Saturday night I got some bad news that one of the women I know was dying in Stephens County Hospital from where her liver quit. She apparently had Hep C on top of being a former drunk and even though she hadn't taken a drink in over a year, it was too late. Sunday morning she passed away. She was a lovely woman who drove the carriages in Helen. On Saturday nights while we were in the church she would take the children and drive them around so they wouldn't get in the way or into trouble.
Sunday morning John and I went to breakfast with his youngest son and some other friends. He made a 1750 on the new psat. I have no idea if that is good or not, but seeing as the highest is 2400, it sounded pretty good. He is on track to have a load of AP courses by his senior year. He is currently a sophomore and the diploma he is earning is a duel seal. That means that he has taken all of the technical course for trade schools and the like as well as all the course for the "college track." Basically, it is supposed to prepare him for Georgia Tech. He wants to go to either Virginia Tech or Georgia Tech and I have been encouraging him to apply at MIT too. I figure it can't hurt to apply. It was strange hearing someone say they made a 1750. My head said "WOW, Smart Guy!" In reality, it might be just above average.
Sunday afternoon I went to Megan's Mary Kay party. I spent too much money. I always spend too much money. I spent $10 more than I told myself I could spend, but I got something for free! From there I went to the flower shop to meet up with Sherry to pull weeds out of her front flower bed. Then we went walking at the walking track in Sautee. Her kids played on the playground while we walked. She actually made it an extra lap that I didn't make. I was so sore from hitting so many golf balls I just didn't think I would make it. From there we went to the Mexican restaurant in Clarkesville for dinner where we met up with my John and her husband Craig. It was a good dinner and a good end to a long day. I watched Ocean's 12 when I got home. That is such a good movie. They both are good movies (11 & 12). The actors look like they are having so much fun and blend so well together.
Today it was back to work. I felt bad for my apartment when I left this morning. It looked like a tornado hit it. I am going to have to spend the afternoon cleaning it (and it may take all afternoon to do it!). There were clothes everywhere and my dishwasher was full screaming "START ME PLEASE!" and my trash is ready to go out too. It will all be done this afternoon. I can only stand uncleanliness for about twelve hours and I lose it. So this afternoon I will super clean.
Thank goodness for 70 degree weather with no humidity. It makes a weekend good.
I am officially tan. It is such a hoot. I went to my girlfried who owns a personal salon and she sprayed my tan. It is the craziest thing I have ever done. I recognize this makes me the most conservative person you have ever met, but it is the truth. The only time I have ever been considered tan was when I lifeguarded at the pool for a summer and had lifeguarded at a camp the summer prior. Two lovely summers of tan. Any other time in my life I have been about the color of a lobster. Never the color of a bean, but this weekend I walked into the salon alabaster and came out alabaster, but eight hours later was tan. Aparently the stuff she sprayed me with works with my amino acids in my skin and actually turns the pigment colors. If you looked at me, you would not know I was tan, but I know that I am tan and that is all that matters. If I forget that I am tan, all I have to do is look at my tan lines. Yes, I have tan lines.
Other than that, I layed out at Megan's house and read in my Harry Potter book. I went to get sprayed (although I should say ahead of time, I went with Megan thinking she was going to get sprayed not me, turns out we both got sprayed). I played golf. Well, I went to the driving range. There was a nice man there who came over after watching me swing and asked to see my clubs. He said that I was gripping the club too tightly. Turns out my grips are cracked and need to be "regripped." Didn't know there was such a thing. My friend Tony used to do that at a shop he owned in Florida and so he is "regripping" my three little clubs that I was using to practice with in exchange for a casserole. I am going to make my Mom's famous chicken casserole tonight and take it to him. He is a batchelor so a casserole will feed him for a week, he said. I have blisters on my hands from driving the ball almost two hundred yards. Okay, so that only happened once. I hit the 175 sign. Luck, it's a great thing. My red blush from playing golf under my sprayed tan gave it quite an authenticity I wasn't planning.
Saturday night I got some bad news that one of the women I know was dying in Stephens County Hospital from where her liver quit. She apparently had Hep C on top of being a former drunk and even though she hadn't taken a drink in over a year, it was too late. Sunday morning she passed away. She was a lovely woman who drove the carriages in Helen. On Saturday nights while we were in the church she would take the children and drive them around so they wouldn't get in the way or into trouble.
Sunday morning John and I went to breakfast with his youngest son and some other friends. He made a 1750 on the new psat. I have no idea if that is good or not, but seeing as the highest is 2400, it sounded pretty good. He is on track to have a load of AP courses by his senior year. He is currently a sophomore and the diploma he is earning is a duel seal. That means that he has taken all of the technical course for trade schools and the like as well as all the course for the "college track." Basically, it is supposed to prepare him for Georgia Tech. He wants to go to either Virginia Tech or Georgia Tech and I have been encouraging him to apply at MIT too. I figure it can't hurt to apply. It was strange hearing someone say they made a 1750. My head said "WOW, Smart Guy!" In reality, it might be just above average.
Sunday afternoon I went to Megan's Mary Kay party. I spent too much money. I always spend too much money. I spent $10 more than I told myself I could spend, but I got something for free! From there I went to the flower shop to meet up with Sherry to pull weeds out of her front flower bed. Then we went walking at the walking track in Sautee. Her kids played on the playground while we walked. She actually made it an extra lap that I didn't make. I was so sore from hitting so many golf balls I just didn't think I would make it. From there we went to the Mexican restaurant in Clarkesville for dinner where we met up with my John and her husband Craig. It was a good dinner and a good end to a long day. I watched Ocean's 12 when I got home. That is such a good movie. They both are good movies (11 & 12). The actors look like they are having so much fun and blend so well together.
Today it was back to work. I felt bad for my apartment when I left this morning. It looked like a tornado hit it. I am going to have to spend the afternoon cleaning it (and it may take all afternoon to do it!). There were clothes everywhere and my dishwasher was full screaming "START ME PLEASE!" and my trash is ready to go out too. It will all be done this afternoon. I can only stand uncleanliness for about twelve hours and I lose it. So this afternoon I will super clean.
Thank goodness for 70 degree weather with no humidity. It makes a weekend good.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Fools rush in. . .
On my way to work today, I began thinking about the beautiful scenery I walked through yesterday. My girlfriend and I are walking on a daily basis and she lives on the prettiest road in Habersham county if you ask me. Her road is the road we treked yesterday and it was gorgeous. My gluts are killing me, but the scenery was beautiful. On her road there are several huge farms. One is a chicken farm. One is a cow farm. One is horses and pasture for no purpose. One is corn and I can't figure out what the other is growing yet. Anyway, one of the things that these outside people wanted to do was buy one of the farms, have it rezoned for residential and build forty houses. I can't imagine a cheap subdivsion amist all of that. The thing about our agrarian society that builders don't think about is that several times a year, I guess about once a season, it smells like country. I couldn't imagine tearing out one of those farms to put in forty plastic homes. Who would want to live next to a chicken farm? They smell awful. When I say awful, there are no seasons for that farm. That would have to be the farm they built on because otherwise it'd be awful. Anyone who doesn't know what the country smell like should take a ride around Habersham county. The other thing that bothers me is the size of the development. It would ruin the landscape and the whole purpose to the location. It would destroy the whole reason people live there or would want to live there. It is a beautiful foothill that peers right into the north Habersham mountains and into Rabun county and North Carolina. It is a gasping, gaping, gorgeous. . . why would we try to "improve" something when it is already perfect like it is?
On my way to work today, I began thinking about the beautiful scenery I walked through yesterday. My girlfriend and I are walking on a daily basis and she lives on the prettiest road in Habersham county if you ask me. Her road is the road we treked yesterday and it was gorgeous. My gluts are killing me, but the scenery was beautiful. On her road there are several huge farms. One is a chicken farm. One is a cow farm. One is horses and pasture for no purpose. One is corn and I can't figure out what the other is growing yet. Anyway, one of the things that these outside people wanted to do was buy one of the farms, have it rezoned for residential and build forty houses. I can't imagine a cheap subdivsion amist all of that. The thing about our agrarian society that builders don't think about is that several times a year, I guess about once a season, it smells like country. I couldn't imagine tearing out one of those farms to put in forty plastic homes. Who would want to live next to a chicken farm? They smell awful. When I say awful, there are no seasons for that farm. That would have to be the farm they built on because otherwise it'd be awful. Anyone who doesn't know what the country smell like should take a ride around Habersham county. The other thing that bothers me is the size of the development. It would ruin the landscape and the whole purpose to the location. It would destroy the whole reason people live there or would want to live there. It is a beautiful foothill that peers right into the north Habersham mountains and into Rabun county and North Carolina. It is a gasping, gaping, gorgeous. . . why would we try to "improve" something when it is already perfect like it is?
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Files, files, everywhere files....rockin' and a rollin' and filing my files...
Myself and a team of five others have been pulling files for the past three days. 1700 files in under twenty four hours. 1700. Medicaid came to look at our company because of the volume of scripts that we churn out. They couldn't believe that we were billing for the amount of money we were billing for so they came to check us out. Sure enough, we were telling the truth! 1700 files. They do a 100% audit so every bill they recieved from us for the past three years we had to match a patient and a script. Ugh. 1700 scripts, 1700 patients....1700 FILES. Name, go to the year, not that year, the other year, squat, pull file, unsquat, name, got to year, other year,...1700 times...okay, so my share was only 450, but you do three hundred squats and see what happens to you! I have had the hardest time going up and down stairs and there is no bathroom in the basement so I do that at least a gozillion times a day. SORE...throb...SORE.. 1700 times.
Myself and a team of five others have been pulling files for the past three days. 1700 files in under twenty four hours. 1700. Medicaid came to look at our company because of the volume of scripts that we churn out. They couldn't believe that we were billing for the amount of money we were billing for so they came to check us out. Sure enough, we were telling the truth! 1700 files. They do a 100% audit so every bill they recieved from us for the past three years we had to match a patient and a script. Ugh. 1700 scripts, 1700 patients....1700 FILES. Name, go to the year, not that year, the other year, squat, pull file, unsquat, name, got to year, other year,...1700 times...okay, so my share was only 450, but you do three hundred squats and see what happens to you! I have had the hardest time going up and down stairs and there is no bathroom in the basement so I do that at least a gozillion times a day. SORE...throb...SORE.. 1700 times.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
So I haven't been saved. My girlfriends and I have come up with several things to respond with when asked though.
Q:"You really should come to our revival tonight. There is a wonderful speaker."
(Notice it is never really a question. It is a declarative sentence so as to minimize worming out.)
A: "Thanks but I have a church."
A1: "Thanks, but no thanks."
A2: "Thanks but I was saved three thousand years ago."
A3: "Thanks but I am a hippie."
These and many more are appropriate ways to say no thank you.
Response from the saving members:"Okay, well we'll see you at seven then! I am praying for you."
Rae's not so polite response: "Well perhaps I will have enough Christians praying for me that I will get in on that merit alone." The look on the saving member's face is one of "Oh, poor girl, she is going to hell...." I have low tolerance once I have used all of my polite responses.
So now that I am on my way to hell....My third party friend gave me great news last night. I call her a third party friend because she is more my girlfriend's friend or at least I have seen her that way for about the past six months. I have been getting to know this woman as a result of my associations with my girlfriend. I guess I would consider her a friend and after her statement last night I consider her a goddess. She looked at me and asked when my interview was and said "Rachel, the reason I ask is that Ruth (the boss of the position I am interviewing for) is a personal friend of mine and I wanted to make a phone call on your behalf. And, if someone more qualified than you or less qualified for you (laughter) gets the position, I was thinking of asking you to run my store that I am opening on the square in Clarkesville." (THAT IS NEXT DOOR TO MY APARTMENT!) Can you imagine? She thinks enough of me, as a third party gal to make a phone call for me to get me a job. And has a back up plan! I have always known that this woman was a prominent member of the community, but I have never know how much pull she has around here. Just the fact that she knows my potential employer well enough to make the phone call makes me realize the prowess that she carries herself with is real and "she gets it honestly" as they say. I don't know why she picked me to be nice to, but I am very grateful for her willingness. How much more can one person ask for? Now on my list of excitements are an interview and a phone call.
Q:"You really should come to our revival tonight. There is a wonderful speaker."
(Notice it is never really a question. It is a declarative sentence so as to minimize worming out.)
A: "Thanks but I have a church."
A1: "Thanks, but no thanks."
A2: "Thanks but I was saved three thousand years ago."
A3: "Thanks but I am a hippie."
These and many more are appropriate ways to say no thank you.
Response from the saving members:"Okay, well we'll see you at seven then! I am praying for you."
Rae's not so polite response: "Well perhaps I will have enough Christians praying for me that I will get in on that merit alone." The look on the saving member's face is one of "Oh, poor girl, she is going to hell...." I have low tolerance once I have used all of my polite responses.
So now that I am on my way to hell....My third party friend gave me great news last night. I call her a third party friend because she is more my girlfriend's friend or at least I have seen her that way for about the past six months. I have been getting to know this woman as a result of my associations with my girlfriend. I guess I would consider her a friend and after her statement last night I consider her a goddess. She looked at me and asked when my interview was and said "Rachel, the reason I ask is that Ruth (the boss of the position I am interviewing for) is a personal friend of mine and I wanted to make a phone call on your behalf. And, if someone more qualified than you or less qualified for you (laughter) gets the position, I was thinking of asking you to run my store that I am opening on the square in Clarkesville." (THAT IS NEXT DOOR TO MY APARTMENT!) Can you imagine? She thinks enough of me, as a third party gal to make a phone call for me to get me a job. And has a back up plan! I have always known that this woman was a prominent member of the community, but I have never know how much pull she has around here. Just the fact that she knows my potential employer well enough to make the phone call makes me realize the prowess that she carries herself with is real and "she gets it honestly" as they say. I don't know why she picked me to be nice to, but I am very grateful for her willingness. How much more can one person ask for? Now on my list of excitements are an interview and a phone call.
Monday, April 11, 2005
I GOT AN INTERVIEW!!!
I wasn't sure I was going to make it to Monday with that one. I am going in for an interview for the position of executive assistant to the President of North Georgia Technical College. I don't know a whole lot about the position other than it is prestigious. I am excited.
I went to Rock Eagle this weekend on a spiritual retreat. It was great fun. I ate too much chocolate though and now my face could pass for a peperoni pizza. There was a woman who I sang with while she played the guitar. All the songs were folky/country and I knew most of them. She said that she saw James Taylor at UGA (DAD!!!). Anyway, I think I might want to take guitar now. Since my brother has the one from home, I guess I will be saving for one of my own. I think it would be cool to go next year and sing Indigo Girls. Meg went with me. We had a great time. We had the windows down and sang loudly all the way down there and all the way back. People were amazed by our loudness and excitement. Megan won the raffle while we were there, that was cool. There were lots of great speakers and one dud. Sometimes that happens.
It was a good weekend, not much sleep, but a good weekend just the same. I came home and did laundry right away. My stuff smelled like hippie oils and cigarette smoke (what a combination!) and TIDE was of the essence! I tried to watch TROY, but I fell asleep. I am looking forward to a peaceful, easy flowing week. We shall see. I am so excited! I got an interview!
I wasn't sure I was going to make it to Monday with that one. I am going in for an interview for the position of executive assistant to the President of North Georgia Technical College. I don't know a whole lot about the position other than it is prestigious. I am excited.
I went to Rock Eagle this weekend on a spiritual retreat. It was great fun. I ate too much chocolate though and now my face could pass for a peperoni pizza. There was a woman who I sang with while she played the guitar. All the songs were folky/country and I knew most of them. She said that she saw James Taylor at UGA (DAD!!!). Anyway, I think I might want to take guitar now. Since my brother has the one from home, I guess I will be saving for one of my own. I think it would be cool to go next year and sing Indigo Girls. Meg went with me. We had a great time. We had the windows down and sang loudly all the way down there and all the way back. People were amazed by our loudness and excitement. Megan won the raffle while we were there, that was cool. There were lots of great speakers and one dud. Sometimes that happens.
It was a good weekend, not much sleep, but a good weekend just the same. I came home and did laundry right away. My stuff smelled like hippie oils and cigarette smoke (what a combination!) and TIDE was of the essence! I tried to watch TROY, but I fell asleep. I am looking forward to a peaceful, easy flowing week. We shall see. I am so excited! I got an interview!
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Thanks to Sarah for fixing my comments. She fixed Dad's comments too.
Jealous of Carter as he is on another continent today. He likes continent hopping.
Not Jealous of Mom and Dad as they are city hopping today from Sharpsburg to Peachtree City.
Mom sent me two bits about my Barbie houses. When I was growing up I had three Barbie houses, a mercedes, a horse, a McDonalds, a salon and . . . a carry all to travel . . .I think that's all. I was a good real estate investor back then. Wish I had all of that today in real life! The Lynches gave me a Barbie house that is papaper that folds out. I also have a couple of dolls that went with it that actually bent at the knees and elbows. It is a seventies layout and has the harvest gold and avocado green happening on the insides. There was a house that folded into a box, but I am not sure where I got it from and there is the "Barbie Dream House" which I only had two out of three parts to because Mom and Dad (probably Dad, he is good at spotting things I like) at a garage sale. It was missing the mid section which had the elevator in it, but I would have never used an elevator anyways. I just always picked them up and moved them. I'd have broken an elevator. There was all kinds of strange things that went inside. Couches and a baby cradle. Clothes. Clothes and Clothes. The Mercedes makes noise when it is cruising around. The Barbie that went with the horse, whose name is Dallas, used to wink by pressing a button in her back. I don't know where I'd be without my Barbies. They were the thing that made it not so bad to be sent to my room as punishment. They were my friends.
Jealous of Carter as he is on another continent today. He likes continent hopping.
Not Jealous of Mom and Dad as they are city hopping today from Sharpsburg to Peachtree City.
Mom sent me two bits about my Barbie houses. When I was growing up I had three Barbie houses, a mercedes, a horse, a McDonalds, a salon and . . . a carry all to travel . . .I think that's all. I was a good real estate investor back then. Wish I had all of that today in real life! The Lynches gave me a Barbie house that is papaper that folds out. I also have a couple of dolls that went with it that actually bent at the knees and elbows. It is a seventies layout and has the harvest gold and avocado green happening on the insides. There was a house that folded into a box, but I am not sure where I got it from and there is the "Barbie Dream House" which I only had two out of three parts to because Mom and Dad (probably Dad, he is good at spotting things I like) at a garage sale. It was missing the mid section which had the elevator in it, but I would have never used an elevator anyways. I just always picked them up and moved them. I'd have broken an elevator. There was all kinds of strange things that went inside. Couches and a baby cradle. Clothes. Clothes and Clothes. The Mercedes makes noise when it is cruising around. The Barbie that went with the horse, whose name is Dallas, used to wink by pressing a button in her back. I don't know where I'd be without my Barbies. They were the thing that made it not so bad to be sent to my room as punishment. They were my friends.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Oh A Great Debate...
If I could, I would get my comments to work. I am caught in the midst of an ethics debate and since I don't have anything else to talk about I am going to share this confusion with you (it is actually yesterday's dilemma and I have already made my decision, but I would like to get input from you!)
The Set up:
Game to lose weight; Eleven players giving $50 each; Outside source inspired by weight loss game donates $100; Winner is person who loses the highest percentage body weight; there is a scale master who is not in the game and who did not contribute money; one rule: no surgical procedures (ie gastric bypass or liposuction!); Time line is three months; First place = $500; Second place = $100; Third place = $50
The Dilemma:
One girl gets pregnant, another girl gets fired....girl who was fired from the workplace wants her money back...Should it be given to her?
The Solutions suggested: Third place winner loses out on prize money; Weigh the fired girl in anyway at a nuetral location because she is not allowed at work; Third place winner makes the decision; this is supposed to be a friendly competition and we should give the money back to her
Arguements:
A) It is a friendly competition and we are a family oriented environment, we should give the money back to both women who were incapable (pregnant & fired girl)
B) Gambling is gambling and if it were friendly competitiveness, money shouldn't have been involved...a bet is a bet
C) Weigh her....if she wins she gets the money if not, so be it: a bet is a bet
If I could, I would get my comments to work. I am caught in the midst of an ethics debate and since I don't have anything else to talk about I am going to share this confusion with you (it is actually yesterday's dilemma and I have already made my decision, but I would like to get input from you!)
The Set up:
Game to lose weight; Eleven players giving $50 each; Outside source inspired by weight loss game donates $100; Winner is person who loses the highest percentage body weight; there is a scale master who is not in the game and who did not contribute money; one rule: no surgical procedures (ie gastric bypass or liposuction!); Time line is three months; First place = $500; Second place = $100; Third place = $50
The Dilemma:
One girl gets pregnant, another girl gets fired....girl who was fired from the workplace wants her money back...Should it be given to her?
The Solutions suggested: Third place winner loses out on prize money; Weigh the fired girl in anyway at a nuetral location because she is not allowed at work; Third place winner makes the decision; this is supposed to be a friendly competition and we should give the money back to her
Arguements:
A) It is a friendly competition and we are a family oriented environment, we should give the money back to both women who were incapable (pregnant & fired girl)
B) Gambling is gambling and if it were friendly competitiveness, money shouldn't have been involved...a bet is a bet
C) Weigh her....if she wins she gets the money if not, so be it: a bet is a bet
Monday, April 04, 2005
Well the office is all a buzz today. The lawyers have moved into the basement with me. We have hired some lawyers out of Texas to make sure all our ducks are in a row because we are under investigation by one of the many state agencies who have had their budgets cut and need to find out why they are sending us so much money! Anyway, when I got here this morning you'd of thought that it was noon and I was late. Everyone was here. The super boss and the owner were here and they have on ties and Sunday dresses. It is amazing. I have been coming in at seven thirty for the past eighteen months or so and no one but a few other early birds (two other people) are ever here. No one ever wears a tie or a Sunday dress. I am required to dress professionally by my boss because she believes in the "Dress for Success" program. So I wear skrits and nice tops and on occasion a jacket here or there, hose and nice shoes. No one else dresses like that except the marketing department. Mostly people wear scrubbs, tee shirts, jeans and ball caps. I walked in in shock when I saw one lady in a "power suit" she called it. (I call it what I am required to wear!) Anyway, it is all a flurry. Hopefully, I will be of service to the lawyers. They seem very nice and came dressed nicer than most anyone except the marketing department and the power suit lady. I figure most people will bug out by about three or get more work done than they have ever done in their life. I guess today and for the week I will be busy or not, hard to say. If nothing else, I will be entertained.
Friday, April 01, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE OZE!!!
This is a great day to be born. My boss did something totally out of character this morning. She played a practical joke on an unsuspecting person. She bought balloons and made a sign that said "Congratulations on a New Baby!" and made everyone think this woman was pregnant. What is even funnier is that she didn't see it until well into the joke and then she had no clue who did it! It lasted in fun until lunch! It was great! Who would guess that my boss would have a sense of humor? I learn new things everyday.
Hurray!! John is home!! I am so much out of my mood now. I have been in a mood and I think it was because he was away. I am glad to be out of my mood. I have NOTHING planned for this weekend, I am soooo excited!
This is a great day to be born. My boss did something totally out of character this morning. She played a practical joke on an unsuspecting person. She bought balloons and made a sign that said "Congratulations on a New Baby!" and made everyone think this woman was pregnant. What is even funnier is that she didn't see it until well into the joke and then she had no clue who did it! It lasted in fun until lunch! It was great! Who would guess that my boss would have a sense of humor? I learn new things everyday.
Hurray!! John is home!! I am so much out of my mood now. I have been in a mood and I think it was because he was away. I am glad to be out of my mood. I have NOTHING planned for this weekend, I am soooo excited!
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