I am waiting for the shuttle. This day. Suddenly, I hear a scratching. A ruthless scratching no more than ten feet away. Where I look to my right, there he is. The squirrel. The bugger is lowering himself into a trash can, clawing onto the edge with his hind feet. Then the scratching begins. A rustle here. A crackle there. And up he comes, clutching a tasty treasure.
This day. I watched a squirrel gobble down four french fries. Oops, I’m sorry. I mean freedom fries. {Rolling eyes.}
.My new job is terrific. Of course it carries a bit of frustration, but it’s merely because I’m trying to learn everything too quickly. It’s thrown me a few curve balls as well, and my preceptor has graciously informed me how to dodge those. The finicky patient demanding a washing here. The hormone-driven patient tossing out a sexual joke there. I know there is much pain looming over these patients. Right now. And they deal with it in a myriad of ways. The scope of my learning is how to deal with it. Quickly. Efficiently. Kindly. That alone is a test.
But I am loving it. The thrill of absorbing information. In a different field. In a different setting. With different outcomes. There is a wealth of possibilities for me here.
And all I have to do is clutch these opportunities with passion like the squirrel clutches his beloved fry.
.Nowadays we are all of us so hard up that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments.
--Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Irish writer
