I feel like the decision is out of my hands at this point. And, even if I do get offered the job, we still have to talk about salary. I'm really reluctant to do this without a substancial increase, at least 15-20 percent.
Very. very cold here. Low temp, even lower wind chill. Even though I'm relatively bored, I'm not smoking very much. The smoking area is not a pleasant place to be tonight.
I am looking forward to being off and getting a lot of stuff done, though. This week has gone by pretty fast, I seem to have the sleep pattern down right for a change; no problems either getting to sleep or waking up too early. Pretty unusual, I'll have to remember how I did it.
I did have some unusually interesting patients tonight, though, but not too many. Not very busy.
As I mentioned yesterday, the schedule change from going to days would put me into a position that has been rare during my time in medicine... off on the weekends. I like the sound of that... I've been working every other weekend for so long, I forget that normal people don't do that. But then, normal people don't have nearly as much fun working as I do, either.
Normal... a word that I don't associate with myself very often. Just doesn't fit my self-image. Maybe I need to change that...
Nah... normal people aren't normally happy. They say that ignorance is bliss, but I see no evidence of that. On the other hand, I'm usually pretty blissful, maybe I'm just too ignorant to realize how happy other normal people are. Or too ignorant to realize how really unhappy I am... Again, Nah.
Interesting thing after work. I distinctly remember parking on the second level and coming in on the skywalk. So I went out that way... and I couldn't find my truck. I went to the next highest level... no truck. It is very cold out there, and I'm not really starting to panic... yet. I finally go down to the first level, where I almost always park, and there sits my truck, parked in an entirely different place than I usually park, and not even backed in, like I always do. It's a puzzlement. When are those memories from? I use the skywalk so seldom, it sticks in my mind when I do... I really hope that I'm not losing my mind at this early date....
Tomorrow... and...........
went well, I thought. I know that I gave a few wrong answers, but I was honest and frank about everything. I thought that we were communicating very well, but I didn't get a read on what she thought of me. I guess I'll find out in a few weeks, or however long it takes for her to make up her mind.