My weekend's nearly here. Just another half an hour at work, which is no problem because there are practically no calls to be had, since the regular clinics close at 5PM and the calls we get after that are usually only urgent matters or emergencies, and thankfully, there have been few tonight. Not "thankfully" as in "I'm glad I don't have to do the work on the calls," but "I'm glad that nothing that could be considered urgent or an emergency is happening." The less calls I get mean the less people are in need of care, which means they're in good health, so to speak. Or at least I hope they are. I prefer to think the implication for my lack of calls amounts to fewer injuries and illnesses.
Have a handful of things I need to do prior to heading out in the (very) early morning. I will obviously wait until my engine cools first, but I need to check my oil and other fluid levels and top them off before I leave, pack the car and gather my last minute things that I couldn't pack earlier 'cause I needed 'em during the week. (Such as toothbrush and paste, contact lens solution and case, blah blah blah). And double check my lists, make sure I didn't forget something crucial, and then haul my butt on outta here. Outta here like last year.
Really looking forward to this long weekend. I need it. Not that my job tests my sanity or anything, (it doesn't), but being away from John does. It'll be good to see him tomorrow, though it hasn't sunk in yet that I am going to. My brain is still in Office Mode, which I suppose is not to my detriment because that's where I currently am for the next thirty minutes. It'll hit me tomorrow when I'm five minutes away from John's apartment, or maybe not even until I'm kissing him hello will it strike me that, hey, I'm going to spend Labor Day weekend with my man! Yes!
Again, that notion will hit tomorrow. As for right now, I'm killing time until 7PM, as I'm not getting any calls to speak of. As we agreed earlier, this has positive implications, and as such, I am unwilling to kvetch about it. I don't want people getting sick or injured on an urgent case basis just so I can answer the phone. That's... ridiculous. Ridiculous AT BEST.
With that said, my weekend begins in thirty minutes, give or take. It'll sink in tomorrow morning when I'm hugging John. 'Till then, I'm floating in this in between limbo of those events.
I just got a call. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, as for the aforementioned implications), it was nothing more than a misdial. I suspect a butt dial. I just talked to a docctor's butt. Hey, at least the implications of the butt dial are good; no one's sick/injured.
Hoping I'll have SOME idea(s) hit me with John this weekend, as I really want the excuse to draw with him. We've done that several times before and he is the only person I've openly drawn with. Well, outside of art classes that stopped for me in the seventh grade. (And you can tell, LOL.) I am seemingly a solitary artist, minus Puppetcancer
. As things would have it, I just tend to produce better work when I'm solo. Maybe it's on account I'm not being self conscious when it's just MLP to judge MLP. I'm used to her, LOL. I always worry others will see what I'm drawing, (or attempting to, would be a better way to put that), and think the less of me. I'm always worrying about such trivial, insignificant things.
So... I think I'll make work for myself for the next approximately fifteen minutes of my last shift before Labor Day weekend. I'm not expected back in the office until Wednesday, September 3rd. Nice.
God love you like I do, my Possums. I'll see you on Tuesday, if I don't pen another Journal Poo entry before then.