Wednesday, 27 August, 1997 20:47

Talk about your Synchronicity!

Talk about your Quinki-dinks!

Three weeks ago, at exactly 12:43, I caught the biggest bass I have ever caught in Kansas. and today....

Tyler and I were fishing in exactly the same place, on the same pond...

And at exactly the same time, 12:43...

I didn't catch anything. And even more amazingly....

Tyler didn't catch anything either!

But we did have fun! We left about 13:00, it was getting too hot and I was tired and so was Tyler.

And we had caught our share of fish, only no big ones. Tyler caught the biggest, around three pounds.

Last night was another night from hell. Every other night this rotation was hell. Wednesday was hell; Friday was hell; Sunday was hell; and Tuesday was hell. Run my little legs off again, I was really happy to get out of there at 07:00. I had to stop and get gas, and then Tyler was still in bed... he's been up until 02:00. Karen called in sick, she has one of her headaches again.

Tyler and I were at Betsy's pond by 08:30 anyway, and then we came home and took showers. He stayed up and played on the computer and I took at nap before going in to work at Medassist.

And Medassist was pretty busy, too. We saw lots of interesting patients tonight, and I turned in my resignation.

Yes, after about eight years, I finally quit. The straw that broke the camel's back: the physician that runs the place has decreed that smokers must go behind the dumpster to smoke. Well, OK, he has the right to make the rules. And I have the right not to work for him. No big deal. I think that this is carrying political correctness a step too far, though. Smoking is still a perfectly legal act for someone over the age of eighteen to indulge in. And I think that I would feel the same way if I were (and when I am) a non-smoker. There is only so much dehumanization that I can tolerate, after all.

And I am awfully tired. And kinda sad, too.