Well, life is starting to get more normal by day. I went to work yesterday, which was hard at first, but I got back into it quickly. I tried to be friendly, positive and happy to everyone who called; it's not their fault my life is tough now, and for all I know, so is theirs, if they're calling me looking for medical help. I tried to make my voice happy and sound like, "I'm glad you called, I was waiting to hear from you!" Even if I had no idea who the caller was, I wanted them to feel like they'd just called a friend. That's how I do my job; I answer the phone at work the same way I'd answer my personal horn when either of my best friends, John and Jericca, (Puppetcancer
, aka Preggo), would call.
I figure... that's how people want to be treated; for the special and unique individuals that they are. I don't talk to two people the same way on the phone. I tailor how I talk to suit the needs of the caller. It sounds silly to put so much stock into a phone call, but I've been on the receiving end of good calls from people in the medical field, so I know how important it is to be caring and to feel like you're not burdening people. I refuse to let people apologize to me, "oh, I'm sorry, I called the wrong number," and I tell them, "no, you didn't, I can get you anywhere in Dean, where do you need to go?" It's not being professional so much as polite. Be nice. You don't know what the caller on the other end of the line is coping with, be it cancer, AIDS, the flu or losing a loved one. You just don't know.
And my job is hugely rewarding for me. Sometimes people just want to talk a little bit before connection, they just want someone to hear them and understand. It's why I repeat things they say back to them, an affirmation, "I was listening, I heard you and I understand you." It seems to work, too. I get some very positive responses from people at my job, and I absolutely LOVE the blessing I have been given to GET to do this job. This is my honor to be here, and if you want the God's honest truth, I WOULD be doing this even if a paycheck was not involved. Truly, that's how much I love what I do.
In other news, I bought a really lovely opal ring from The Opal Man in Spring Green, Wisconsin, after taking my boyfriend to lunch after burying my grandmother on Saturday. I always buy some piece of jewelry with him to remember our times together, this sterling silver opal ring was the one I chose this time, though it was much more expensive than I'd usually spring for, I figured... I don't spring for expensive pieces like this often, I can justify it for today, all things considered. Plus, Gram and I would drive past there on our way to go grocery shopping, she always mentioned that, "I don't care much for opals, but I wonder what's in there." Well, now we know.
I wear the opal ring on my right pinkie, and it's a little rectangular smooth cabochon cut stone sitting in a nice mount/setting. The special thing about it was it is a banded opal, it has a pattern that goes out in a striped pattern, which is not often seen, which is primarily why I picked it out. If you're not going to see it again, chances are the one time you ARE going to see it is most likely going to be on Mandi Pope. It's also a gradient type opal, starting as pure white in the left corner of my stone and radiating out into a medium sky blue with a band or two of light seafoam green in the middle. It doesn't photograph well, opals usually don't, but it goes with the first opal I ever received as a Christmas present from my Daddy before he died as well as my more translucent Ethiopian opal pendant I bought at Art Gecko on Monroe Street. My point? I've developed a thing for opals. I may go back to see The Opal Man again in the future for more, but that'll be for special occasions, like maybe my third year sober. But yes, LOVE for opals. (Plus, it's my niece Sidney's birthstone!)
Though I'm a garnet girl to my heart; I love deep, dark reds, they're my favorite colors. I know most girls want diamonds for engagement and wedding rings, but I want a nice, solid garnet, sapphire or something with deep, bold color. Maybe even an opal, who knows? My point is... I'm not big on diamonds. I like them, but prefer them as accent stones than centerpiece ones. I'm a sucker for colored stones, the bolder, the better. But that isn't to say I don't like light, pastel ones, too, I like 'em all, I just prefer my center stone in any ring be one with a pop of color. (Sheesh, I'll be less expensive to buy an engagement ring for, but much more complicated, given how fussy I seem to be about color, especially for a girl who is colorblind, derp!)
For as much as I'd love to keep going on about this, I need to get my shower and get myself to work. Hope all of you have a beautiful day!
God love you like I do,