August Happiness Challenge -- Day 2

Today's happiness: camaraderie. My boss dumped a project on me. I don't like it, but I accept it. He's the boss, after all.

I presented it internally today -- Thursday -- just before lunch and found out I'm presenting it to the client Monday morning at 9:00 AM. During their weekly status meeting. That's the worst.

First of all, we're going to have to crunch tomorrow to get it done and ready to go by 12:30 (when the office closes for summer hours). Secondly, the client will sooooo not be into it during their 9:00 AM Monday morning status meeting. Not when my strategic, creative work is sandwiched between talk of estimates, overtime and budgets.

So why am I happy? Because before I left the office tonight, I vented. And was greeted by support and good humor from the two new creatives who sit right across from me. They were sympathetic and funny. I was actually smiling when I left the office.

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Each day in August you are to post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in our lives, our communities, and the world.

 

Not again!

Last Friday, one week ago, I went to the doctor.  Routine check up, accompanied by bloodwork and a urinalysis. No major complaints. And, I was happy to report, I hadn't needed any Vicodin, prescribed for my kidney stone pain, in more than a month. She agreed that the worst was probably behind me. In fact, she was more interested in getting me to talk about the pain in my knee, the possibility of arthritis, and why I should exercise more and try to lose weight.

I left her office happy.

I got a voice mail earlier this week telling me my bloodwork was "fine." Click. I remained happy.

Tonight, when I got home from work, there was a strange call. From the office of a doctor I'd never heard of before! My doctor had referred me to this urologist and she was calling to set up an appointment.

WHAT THE HELL? I was told my bloodwork was "fine." I felt "fine." If there was a problem with the urinalysis, why didn't anyone call me?

So tomorrow morning, when I'm beyond busy at work, sitting out in the open (no more private offices), I'm going to try to reach my doctor and then have to discuss my pee in front of all my coworkers.

I'm fucking delighted.

Why didn't anyone call me about the problem? Why do I have to find out there's a problem from someone I've never even met before. This is similar to what happened last March, and it makes me crazy.

I'm also a little frightened. On the one hand, while right now I'm not crazy about my doctor's office staff, I trust her. And she's never done anything like this before. She's never just taken it upon herself to call a specialist on my behalf. So what's wrong?

On the other hand, she is a sensitive woman, as well as a good doctor. If something was really serious, she would have told me herself.

Wouldn't she?

GAWD! I hate this! It's so hard to just go about my life with this hanging over my head.

He looks good in Cubbie blue

When he was a kid in California, Cole Hamels used to watch the Cubs on Chicago's superstation, WGN. He hoped someday he'd be a Cub.

Tonight he pitched his first game in Cubbie blue. He struck out 9 batters in a 9-2 win.

Isn't baseball just the best?