So, What’s Fourteen Fifteen Days Anyway?
Friends,
There’s so much to report from the last fortnight that’s it’s hard to know where to begin. I suppose that the obligatory apologies should take place, so consider them made. Now this!
Job: Much turmoil swirls around my indecision around taking the job at San Diego’s Omnipresent Charitable Organization’s Far Eastern Outpost which just happens to be an hour closer to my house. I discussed earlier how the powers that be at said outpost were piling kindling on my compatriot’s dismissal pyre. Well my little buddies, the threat of barbeque was enough motivation for him to resign (you can’t fire me! I quit!) instead. This leaves me floating in the brine, pickling. Do I take on their right-click problems full time, or do I advocate for another solution.
“What might that be?” I hear you ask. I’ve grown fond of my role administering the electronic medical records software in San Diego and now in Indio. I get to be wherever I need to be, I’m on-call 15 hours a day anyway so nothing changes there, I know the system inside and out by now (or not, more on that in a bit), and I like the people I deal with daily. Let’s face it, staff members in free clinics tend to be a pretty freewheeling bunch and I like that environment. If I could only convince the money people that they should pay me to do that… Quite a coup, I would think.
There’s the itty bitty problem of replacing our man in Indio as well as me for them to consider though. I’ve heard through the grapevine some very negative statements in that regard. Not what I was hoping for. In fact, I was hoping for them to do whatever I told them to do. I’ll leave it up to you to figure out why that plan isn’t working so well.
I’m currently at the Lodge tumbling down the hill to Indio for their rollout next week. In working there, some things have become clear. The commute is very long (not the seven minutes I’ve grown accustomed to from my San Diego digs), the h eat in the desert is hot (I grew up there and should know better, but coming off the hill at six in the morning at forty-four degrees and arriving at seven thirty where it’s already eighty eight is kind of a shock), and the big one; they’re suspicious of people who don’t speak Spanish. I don’t know if I like that so much. Reverse racism anybody?
House(s): I spent the day winterizing the Lodge. There’s a door that doesn’t go anywhere that I’ve sealed up. Caulk, wood, more caulk and no more leaks! I must say that spray-on expanding insulating foam is my best friend at the moment. I’ve filled every crevice in the, um, Media Room (gawd, I hate that phrase but my Dad assigned it to the space formerly known as the Catch Pen due to the presence of places to sit, a teevee and a DVD changer with 5.1 surround sound. What can I say? Once a geek…). I just wish that there was insulating foam that had a real skinny tube so I could fill the smaller gaps without spewing the stuff all over the place. You know the little red tube on the WD-40 can? That thin.
Photos: I have some shots from my nephew’s birthday party, but they’re not that good. He wasn’t really himself that afternoon for reasons only he knows. I can speculate, but I won’t. And that’s enough said about that.
The Rest: Aw geez. we didn’t get here that soon, did we? Sure there’s some other stuff, like a discussion of my mental state, why I must drive the mighty Dakota very slowly down the hill, who cares whatsoever, why my sister insists on hitting things with her new car; you know, stuff like that. I’d be happy to tell you all about it—later.
Your best pal,
bob
UPDATE: Oh yeah, there’s a redesign of Mr. Jaunty looming. If there are bits that drive you nuts, let me know. I’m thinking video, podcastie things, more pictures, like that. You know, a rebirth of sorts. -bob