So... it's done.
I'm no longer a night worker. I'm a day loafer, that's what I'll be! Last night was busy, hot and heavy until about 01:30. As I had suspected, there was food galore... the evening techs bought pizza the ED nurses brought treats, and the Respiratory care people brought food! I had to share the honors with Deb, a lady who I really like, whose last night at St Francis is tonight. She's worked eight-on-six-off in the lab for the last coupla years, and she's going to Lawrence to work. I'm gonna miss her. And I will miss all of my good friends on the night shift, I've never worked with such quality people before. And yes, I am a little sad. But now I'm finally excited about the CT job! I'm looking forward to learning it all... especially the computer parts. We're going to be upgrading soon to a 12-slice from the four-slice that we have now, and there'll be software upgrades at the same time. Amazingly, none of my future co-workers have any computer interests outside of work... two of them don't own computers, and I'm not really sure about the other one. After work, I had a friend who works in security come over to look at a pistol that I've owned for 20 years or so and never fired. JD and I were talking about this when he was here, talking about kids and guns. This one was (safely?) tucked away in a cabinet in the computer room... but I've got some nosy grandkids. My main aim in getting Mick to come over was that I wanted to get rid of the ammo that I had for the gun, and I didn't just want to put it in the trash, for the obvious reasons. I've been friends with Mick since I started on the night shift, and he just recently had a coronary that came close to killing him. He's a really nice guy, although some (well, OK, many) people who say that he shouldn't be trusted with a gun, I've always found him to be pleasant to be around, and a fellow that I would trust with my life... Anyway, when Mick came over, I dug the gun and the shells out and I was showing them to him, and I realized that I really didn't want the gun in the house at all... so I gave it to him. He was astounded, simply flabbergasted. I figger that I'll get more out of giving him that pistol than I ever would have by selling it... but that wasn't my purpose, of course. Mick had asked me in the past to try to find some people on the web for him, and I'd done that, and he wanted to see how I did it. So we looked up an old girl friend that he'd had when he was stationed in the Philippines at Clark AFB back in 1970-71. It took some heavy-duty searching, but I eventually found her and a picture of her in the yearbook, which somebody had kindly put on line. I printed the picture of her and another of her best friend, doing some touchup work, and he was delighted! This will probably be my last morning entry on a regular basis... I plan on writing henceforth in the evenings, before I go to bed. And probably my work-life won't be so exciting, either, but I do hope that my regular life will be more so with this change... This is the last turn-around that I'll have to make, ever. That seems weird... I can't really believe that I'm doing this. Anyway, I plan on sleeping for about four hours until Karen comes home, then my regular life will really begin!