i start back to work today**. it's been seven weeks since i've been at work and have become somewhat spoiled being at home all this time, recovering from surgery. i've worked out quite a rigorous schedule since i've been out; a schedule that i've stuck to and very rarely deviated from:
wake up at 7:30 am
feed pearl
make and consume coffee
shower and dress (t-shirt and pajama bottoms) by 8:00 am
watch golden girls from 8:00 am- 9:00 am
watch frazier from 9:00 am - 10:00 am
watch will & grace from 10:00 am - 11:00 am
try to find something on tv other than cold case files at 11:00 am
channel surf from 11:00 am until around 11:30 am
settle on cold case files until 12:00 pm
*watch roseanne on oxygen network from 12:00 pm - ?
check email, surf internet, edit photos for clients
lumber to kitchen, make something for lunch
get sleepy and take delicious nap around 2:30 pm
wake up with pearl attacking my feet or face around 3:30 pm - 4:00 pm
wish i hadn't slept so long
watch charmed (out of boredom, of course) until 5:00 pm
watch seinfeld from 5:00 pm - 6:00 pm
try to find something on tv other than everybody loves raymond at 6:00 pm
lumber to kitchen, make something for dinner
eat dinner while watching a movie, usually a documentary -
or you know, everybody loves raymond.
the list goes on. i've been busy, people. i've been a bit limited in what i've been able to do just because of my surgery. and then there's all the falling down, re-injuring myself. there's that. so i've been takin' it easy, or trying to. i've hardly even left the house in 7 weeks with just an occasional trip to the grocery store here and there to break the monotony. the beautiful monotony.
going back to work this morning is sort of freaking me out.
who's going to be here to greet the mailman every day? we've gotten chummy of late.
"HAVE YOU GOT MY NETFLIX? NO? CRAP!"
and
"WHAT'S THIS? BILLS? YER MOM! DON'T COME BACK TIL YOU'VE GOT MY DAMN NETFLIX!"
i've also gotten used to wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms every day. that attire isn't going to fly at work, i can already tell. the t-shirt, maybe, but i'm pretty sure they'll draw the line at the jammies. and the slippers. and i'm sure they'll want me to do something with my hair.
this bizarre world of scheduled hours and actually working... it seems like so long ago.
on the upside, i re-inlist as a starbucks junkie again today. i have a fresh $25 gift card that's got quad lattes in it's very near future. and today, since i'll need it, i might just get two.
**update 8:30 am: i called my doctor's office at 8:00 am to make sure that my release paperwork was ready for me to pick up this morning - as promised that it would be. seeing as it was supposed to have been finished by thursday last week, and my original return-to-work date was supposed to have been last friday the 6th, i thought for certain that when they said "monday morning", they meant it.
lying liars. it is NOT ready, and the best estimate i was able to get over the phone was "today, maybe." when i said "but it will be today, right?" i was told "we'll do the best we can." when i explained to her that i was supposed to go back to work on friday, she said "this coming friday?" and i answered probably a little more condescendingly than necessary,"noooo, LAST friday." i was told that "that sometimes happens" when you drop off the paperwork at the 2C desk instead of your doctor's reception desk. I replied to her that i had indeed dropped the paperwork at my doctor's reception desk and not the 2C desk, so that shouldn't be the issue. i was then told by this brain trust that "well, sometimes the girls at the desk are new, or they're just covering for someone taking a break." so apparently, once again and as per usual, scott & white takes no responsibility for anything. i should have known not to leave my paperwork at the correct desk because there could be some rogue receptionist who would take it and shred it or doodle on it... anything but get it to the correct doctor to sign. that's right - all he has to do is sign it and date it, and it's done. i fail to understand how this is such a daunting, difficult task that should take more than a week to complete. but i guess when you staff your office with "girls" who clearly have no idea what they're doing that's what happens. and in which case, thank god my medical provider affords it's new employees such a comprehensive training program
step one: take the paperwork from the patient's hand.
step two: find the tallest stack of paper on the desk and insert the patient's important paperwork on the bottom; write your shopping list on the back and tuck it away safely in your hand bag; use it as a drip sheet while painting your nails; ignore it completely or just misplace it. make great strides to ensure the paperwork will not end up in the wrong hands (e.g. the doctor) in anything resembling a timely manner.
step three: collect paycheck.
so i'm not quite back to work yet...and will & grace is on in an hour so, what're ya gonna do?
