Yish. Makes my job look like a piece of cake.
I remember back in early November being put on hold yet again while I was trying to save yet another policy for one of our clients from being cancelled because they have trees on their lot . . . in an alpine forest . . . where this spineless ninny of an insurance company knowingly wrote . . . when "Song for a Winter's Night" came out of the receiver. It was like a deep breath after being underwater too long. It reminded me why I live where I live.
And no, I didn't succeed, and we're still waiting for the lawsuits to start.
quote:Originally posted by gwen snyder:
Last night, at work at about an hour before quitting time I was feeling pretty wear. It seemed like the whole week was filled with stress. Earlier in the week I was visiting my elderly patients at the various nursing homes and hospitals, I found that one gentleman who lately has seemed to decline a bit more had to have a stomach feed tube put in, he is doing poorly, it just effects me when these things occur. As the service officer for the local VFW, it is my job to go visit members in hospitals nursing homes, shelters. Normally I find this a joy to do, yet small things effect us all, this really effected me and I rushed on into my busy week. I work in an area in our plant called the registry room, this week the number of bodies seems larger than normal, yet, in the winter is when a lot of people die, especially the elderly. Well, dragging these bodies around and getting them ready to be dispatched on to the next facility wore me out. So, at about the time mentioned above, I could feel the stress of all this, in my upper back, fatigue. When I here over the intercom system that lovely voice singing "If You Could Read My Mind". It really chased my mood away, the stress disappeared. It encouraged me to finish up my night and race out into that snowstorm to get home.
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