Ball of Nerves.

Monday I gave the company that I work for my ''walking papers''.

Well, actually, I blurted out (in the back of my boss' car, on the way to a chinese restaurant for lunch) that I will be moving and my last day will be Aug. 15th.

She was a little bit shocked cause I guess she thought I was going to be staying and working there forever. Initially, I was only going to be working for the company for 3 months. I decided to stay and get a full year in one company (my first job after graduating) before I moved onto another job.

I have to put it in writing. Two full months notice should suffice. I know they are going to be looking for more PT assistants so that should give them plenty of time to find more. I really like this company and wish I didn't have to leave but I need to work toward more.
I don't even know how to put it in writing.

Right now, I'm trying to be logical and practical. We decided to go ahead and move into my mother in law's house. It's a 3 bedroom, 1 bath, NO central heat/air, NO insullation and the plumbing is for sh**.
BUT...we'll be paying half of the rent and this house will be given to us to, at our leisure, to remodel tear down and start start from scratch.
It's on a pretty big corner lot and well, it's home to Angel, he grew up there.

I, then, will be joining the group of people who are freaking out at the thought of having to start all over with a job hunt, interview, those awkward first few days learning new things and getting to know your surroundings. I always feel like Bambi learning to walk.

Wobbly. Confused. Scared.

Don't get me started on Doe eyes. Running around everywhere with my eyes wide open.

I just have a couple of months here and I am trying to enjoy it.

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"Well, I don't giggle when I'm serious".

This week's stressor is a series of questions that one of my co-workers asked me while at work. I let her know that Dom had an appointment at 11: 15 on Tuesday (this past Tuesday) and Devyn has a dental appointment this Friday at 11:45.

Before I get into the questions, let me tell you a little more about myself. At work I am really a fun person. I converse with anyone who crosses my path and I get along well with the residents in and out of therapy. I joke around a lot and I'm always giggling. My rehab director thinks this is part of my ADHD. I giggle and chuckle and always have a big smile on my face. I greet all the residents in the morning and I love to make them laugh. I'm always happy.

With that said. I break out my serious side when I feel like I need to put up my defenses.

Here were the questions:

1) Why do you make appointments in the middle of the day?
2) Can't your "nanny" take them to their appointments?

(keep in mind, when asked these questions, I had to paused for a minute to contain myself)

Answer to Q 1:
"Hold up! Don't go around thinking that I'm making these appointments at this time. Like I call them and ask them "if they have anything around noon?" When Dom starts to run out of his meds, I call to see when's the earliest appointment. Any other available days were too far in the future and Dom would be without meds for too long. I try to get one either in the early morning or late afternoon. It doesn't alway swork out like that.
As for Devyn, the dentist office said they would email me with the earliest appointment and I called to try to change it but it wasn't possible.
Now, you can stop worrying about my appointment times and start worrying if it ever affects my job performance."

Answer to Q2:
"Yes, I have a "nanny" to watch the kids for me and take them wherever she would like to take them. I do not REQUIRE her to take my kids to these types of appointments. Personally, I PREFER to take my own children to all of their medical, dental and vision appointments. I would like to know what is going on with my kids and what needs to be done to prevent or promote anything. These are MY children!"

After that, everyone just quietly went back to work.

One of my co-workers came up to me later that day and told me that they have never seen me so serious.

That's when I told them: "Well, I don't giggle when I'm serious".