I thought I had found it, my desk. But it was a lie. There are still piles of stray things that haven’t yet found a home made worse by coming home late last night from San Lorenzo High School (and another stint as a vaccinator). It wasn’t one I had signed up for. Rather, I was thinking that it would be smarter to limit the distance I had to drive, to not drive at night (insane drivers on the freeway seem to multiply after dark). and otherwise work in congenial surroundings.
But then I received a phone call about 2000 on Wednesday evening. I know the co-ordinator. He explained that they really needed to add a station and besides, two of the planned stations were going to be staffed by new people. Ok, I can do this.
Shall we just say that the evening was accomplished with minimal stress overall? Which put me in recovery mode today. I didn’t feel like cleaning. I just settled for being frustrated. (and I am not willing to even guesstimate how many items are nesting on the desk. By category, I am thinking mid-double digits…)
But I managed to get Noah to Richmond so that he could get his booster, I planted three new solar lawn flamingos and embroidered (machine here) four name badges to take along on Saturday when the one clinic I had been planning on working this week will take place.
It is late, I have to leave early, and am obviously not too terribly coherent!
Clutter won’t make you desk sick, much less kill it.
But the jabs you give are keeping people from getting sick and even dying.
They’re giving overworked health care workers fewer patients to take care of.
Because of your actions, people will be visiting their parents and grandparents this year, instead of laying flowers on their graves.