Monday, March 29, 2010
Sometimes, it pays to be the Boss
The alarm clock that I've had for at least 30 years decided to die in the middle of the night. Usually, I'm already at Mass by the time the kids are getting up for school, so when I awoke to hearing my husband call them down to breakfast, I knew something was wrong. I can't remember the last time I overslept, and what an inauspicious start to Holy Week. I had to be at x-ray rounds at 8am, so no chance of making it to Mass before work, and some catastrophe always happens on a Monday to ensure I can't get there at lunchtime. So I decided, because I'm the boss, I was calling it an early day. When people ask me why I do the job I do, which is a job no one else wants and which went unfilled for six months the last time I got fed up and left, it's days like this which are the reason. It's why I put up with surgeons, some of whom I like and others I can only describe as an early Purgatory. So I can go to daily Mass. If you've never known surgeons or worked in the operating room, imagine a daycare for highly skilled, highly intelligent children who need to be told "no!" a hundred times a day, and it's still not enough. OK, so not all of them are that bad. But enough of them. Someday, perhaps, someone will come along who is better at saying "no, because I said so!" than I am, but until then, I'll stay put. I have the better end of the deal, because it's the one job where people are so happy to have me show up at all, they usually don't care what time that is.
Posted by TLW at 8:13 PM