What am I doing between the hours of 9AM and 5PM?

I'm reaching that point in my young life where it's getting harder to dodge the questions about what I'm going to do with my life.  I've been out of school for more than a year and time hasn't slowed down yet.

I suffer from the delusion that I'm actually really old.  I have no concept of how much time lies ahead of me and as a result any kind of change seems unfeasible.   Which is total bullshit.  But that's how my mind works.

I made a nifty little flow chart (because you know I have time for this) but the jist goes like this:

• stay in the Admin field like I've been doing
• I DO have my foot in the door
• it's boring as F****
• I really don't feel accomplished
• desk = caged animal 

• switch to clinical side of healthcare
• MA, PA, etc
• it would be more dynamic
• it would probably be more satisfying, plus the added benefit of security/stability
• I DON'T have my foot in the door
• more classes/school
• start from square one

• be a personal trainer
• pretty much being paid to workout and yell at people
• yoga pants all day every day
• helping people become fit is very rewarding to me
• BUT I like nice things and stability and I don't know if this job could give me that

Really the only thing that is clear is that I'm not going to be happy if I stay on the path I'm currently on.  That's easy.  What's hard is figuring out where to go instead.

I'll never choose a job over the relationships I've formed with the people in my life; I've never been that way.  And I'm lucky to have a job right now that allows me the luxury to mull over my life without worrying about paying the bills.

Don't mind me, I'll just be mulling things over in the corner.

Proving My Worth

Happy Monday Amazons!

If you're like me, you probably feel like the weekend wasn't nearly long enough and you're probably feeling a little grumpy because it's Monday.  Yes yes, we all know the feeling.

Surprisingly enough, though, I haven't felt too badly today.  This despite the following:

• it IS Monday afterall
• woke up @ 4:45AM, rather than 5:00AM
• it's been a killer slow day at work
• didn't get nearly enough time with my guy this weekend

This week I am working full 8-hour days while the main secretary in our office takes a much needed vacation (to San Diego no less!); I'm in charge of keeping things running smoothly while she's away (hence the title).  Okay, so it's not a super tough gig, especially on a quiet, uneventful day such as this one.

But to make things a little easier, I'm happy to report that it is a beautiful day here in Seattle!

Perhaps Spring has finally sprung!

 I'm also happy to report that I feel as though I'm doing a good job in my coworker's absence.  One more little notch of experience that I can add to my resume.  I'll concede that working in an office setting is not my idea of a Dream Job.  Can't I just get paid to travel the world and eat good food?  No?  Well that's disappointing.  But I will say this: I've learned a lot in the 6 months that I've worked here at the medical center.  I won't be curing cancer or forging peace in the Middle East, but I handle wayward patients who call our office and you'll never meet a better mail-sorter in your life.  Plus I like it here and it is my hope that I'm slowly but surely proving my abilities to my coworkers and superiors.

As far as the workouts go, I'm satisfied (somewhat) with where I'm at.  Haven't tried running since my doctor's appointment several weeks ago and I will say that the pain seems to have subsided for the most part.  There are always the occasional flare-ups and quite often I get some twinges of pain when on the elliptical.  But I don't let it stop me because I'm made of tougher stuff than that.

                            "Pain is weakness leaving the body." -Unknown

 The abs are coming along nicely; perhaps I'll never have a six-pack (nor do I think I want one) but I'm sure not a Flabby Florence either.

I was the recipient of some playful teasing this weekend.  Friends were discussing a dish, called the Garbage Can to be exact, served at a neighborhood bar and everyone was oooing and ahhing about how delicious it sounded; everyone except me.  Apparently I had a grimace on my face, though I'd never know it because I seemed to be perpetually unaware of my facial expression at any given time.  Anyways, I was deemed too healthy and conscientious to appreciate such fare.  A title that I gladly accept and wear with pride.  Wouldn't you want it as well?

I'm a lean, mean, fridge-demolishing machine!