Home for Lunch

Not sure when the last time I went home for lunch was, but it’s got to be-

I’m not sure I’ve ever gone home to have lunch since I moved back to the States from Mexico!

Sure, I’ve often gone to my parents‘ home for lunch, and once I even made my husband lunch at their place, but it’s not the same.

I’ve only been in this new house for two and a half weeks, and we don’t even have a bed so we’ve been sleeping in the trailer…

It’s actually really romantic; the window from the bed has an awesome clear view of the northern sky.

Our neighbor right behind us got really mad that we put our trailer out there and told my husband he’d sue us.

I feel bad for the neighbor, I really do.

Sometimes I want to invite him over to our yard so he can appreciate the view again.

The guy’s pretty old so my cousin says to just give him a couple years.

Maybe I’ll paint a mountain scene on the side of the trailer so he doesn’t miss the view.

Today, I went for my trial run at the new Receptionist job that’s only a few minutes from *home.*

They’re really disorganized but other than that, I really liked it.

For example, at my present job- I’ve only not been able to find one chart in the two years that I’ve been there.

But today, at this trial job, out of about ten patients, we only found three.

And I didn’t even find them myself- the doctor’s daughter did.

I scored zero on that task.

But I did fairly well, I think, on others.

So the doctor asked me if she should schedule training me in a software, which I interpret to mean she means to make me a formal job offer.

I didn’t expect her to make that type of proposition til the end of tomorrow.

I made chitchat with her while I ran the pros and cons in the back of my mind.

Pro: home for lunch.

Con: can’t find patient charts.

Pro: five minutes to work.

Con: i don’t really know her.

Pro:  five minutes from work.

Con: there is a depressed beta fish in a tiny fish bowl on the front counter.

Pro: not a 1 hr 45 minute daily commute…

You get the idea.

I had to tell my present-job manager what’s going on because she asked me if we should hire my temporary assistant permanently.

I couldn’t think of a way to withhold the information about me leaving while still giving her enough information to make the best decision for the company.

Of course, she and the doctor offered me a raise.

And a signing bonus.

After roughly doing the math, I would still make significantly more in this simplistic local receptionist job once I average out hours invested + gas + car repairs.

My manager said I am crucial to the company and there is no one who can just come and replace me.

“Well yeah, that’s exactly what I said a month ago when you told me there’s a ton of people just waiting to do my job!”

I didn’t really answer them like that.

What’s the point of rubbing it in?

I’m not six years old.

They’re losing me.

What could be worse than that?

The point is, I got her to admit it.

Maybe I’m getting too cocky.

Maybe it’ll all fall apart tomorrow.

I had such a huge headache this morning and body-aches because my body actually has this way of going into self-destruct mode any time I rely on it to perform well.

In other words, I always get my period on very important days.

But after I came home for lunch… I felt so much lighter.

I felt…

Content.

So when I was going over the pros and the cons in the back of my head while making chitchat with this new doctor today… I also prayed about it.

I’m not a prophet, but God knows exactly how to talk to me.

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