Dear Diary, My Butt Hurts
I am fairly pooped right now. My day started out pretty early, as I went for an 8-mile run this morning. I then jumped in the shower and raced to the hospital for a full day of more “orientation.”
There were times today where I thought, “hey, I’d like to blog about that!” But it turns out that I am pretty tired right now, and lack the mental energy to do so.
In short, I enjoyed some of the presentations, but some of them were too dreadfully long. More than anything else, I realized that I CAN NOT sit on my butt for 8 hours a day. It’s as simple as that. I’ve learned this lesson many times before, but let me just say that I don’t enjoy sitting for long periods of time. I don’t mind working for long periods of time, but SITTING makes me tired, anxious, and numb.
The second half of my day involved hearing about the 8 trillion (really, I’m not exaggerating) different forms I needed to fill out and decisions that I had to make about things, including: health insurance, dental insurance, state union membership, life insurance, retirement funds, donating my organs, etc., etc.
I had a bit of a realization when people starting raising their hands during the Q&A about the retirement fund contributions. I discovered (by listening to the questions) that the majority of the people in the room had never had a JOB, and hence had no idea what a retirement fund was, or how they even worked. That was quite an eye opener. A room full of doctors, yes indeedy!
When I came home I realized that I had one million things that needed to be done, including filling my very hungry belly with food, and also including replying to my overflowing inbox.
But I then thought, “hey, I’d like to blog right now.” And that made me remember why I blog. I do use my blog as a diary, and in that capacity, writing in it is very therapeutic for me. In all honesty, I doubt many people will give a fart about everything that I just said. But it made me feel better to type it. So, I’m sorry world, but this helped me, and I’m feeling tired and selfish right now.
Time to do 8 billion things before getting up in the morning to “certify” myself (long story).
Nitey!
Photo: Taken this past Cinco de Mayo. I wish I were there right now.