Resignation
Well, there you have it. And I am breaking my "no-blogging-at-work" rule. Because, hey, it's 8:15 on a Saturday morning and here I sit since 7:30 doing work so nanny-nanny-boo-boo.
Anyway, I turned in my resignation on Wednesday and let's just say the rest of this week hasn't been so great. I didn't expect to feel so emotional about it. I didn't expect to feel this sad. I didn't expect that I would second-guess myself and my career goals. And, yet, here I am feeling all of those things. I've been so excited about this since I made the decision that I want to go to nursing school and have felt so sure all this time. And now I find myself thinking "Is this the right thing to do? What if I suck at it? What if we go broke in the process? What the HELL have I just done?!?!" So, this moment that I thought would be so satisfying and wonderful...feels anything but.
Different Fummer, RN. A shiny new graduate nurse embarking upon her second career while navigating the insanity that is healthcare in America.
10.28.2006
10.15.2006
No more making fun...
Of fantasy football. Long have I openly mocked fantasy football and now...I must stop. Well, at least for a little while.
See, Michael is the "Commissioner" of his very own FF league and I have been mercilous in my disdain for it. Until last night. I was stuck at the office on a Saturday afternoon desperately trying to format an excel sheet for a meeting on Monday morning and it looked like it was going to take hours upon hours to get through. So I called Michael and asked him to meet me at my office and see if he could help me out with my spreadsheet and he came and worked a little magic and , voila!, saved me hours of work with just a few key strokes. That husband of mine is brilliant, I tell you.
Later on in the evening when I am singing Michael's praises for saving me hours and hours of work he tells me "You know that function I used? I learned how to do it when I put together the draft pick program for fantasy football." Stunned silence ensued followed by me yelling about how upset I am that I can never make fun of FF again because it totally saved my ass! Now what will I have to make fun of? #$)(%$*%^)$(%&_)%$(%^_!!!!!
Oh, the irony! The irony!
Of fantasy football. Long have I openly mocked fantasy football and now...I must stop. Well, at least for a little while.
See, Michael is the "Commissioner" of his very own FF league and I have been mercilous in my disdain for it. Until last night. I was stuck at the office on a Saturday afternoon desperately trying to format an excel sheet for a meeting on Monday morning and it looked like it was going to take hours upon hours to get through. So I called Michael and asked him to meet me at my office and see if he could help me out with my spreadsheet and he came and worked a little magic and , voila!, saved me hours of work with just a few key strokes. That husband of mine is brilliant, I tell you.
Later on in the evening when I am singing Michael's praises for saving me hours and hours of work he tells me "You know that function I used? I learned how to do it when I put together the draft pick program for fantasy football." Stunned silence ensued followed by me yelling about how upset I am that I can never make fun of FF again because it totally saved my ass! Now what will I have to make fun of? #$)(%$*%^)$(%&_)%$(%^_!!!!!
Oh, the irony! The irony!
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