The sun is shining, the cat is in the window enjoying the morning breezes and getting her tan on, and I’m listening to the birds singing while sitting here sipping my coffee and enjoying my mellow start to the day.
I am a tad concerned that the first thing I do is look at my planner. Not because I don’t know what I need to do, I did that last night to check my schedule for the day. I look at it because I love all the bling and colors. It speaks to my crafty side, kinda like a crafters high. Planner crack.
Yesterday was HR orientation at the new job, and sometime this week will be department orientation, then I can work. I cannot wait. I will be working full time again, 3 days a week, 12 hour shifts. It’s perfect for allowing me time to do my Avon business and pick up over time which is very plentiful in the Long Term Care industry. Aides are scarce and good aides it seems are even more so. I’m planning on being a top performer, over achiever so to speak. I don’t see this as a job so much as a ministrey for me. No one sets their end of life goal as residing in a care facility, needing someone to change their diapers or assist them to the bathroom, help feed and clothe them. Not all are old either, some residents are young, victims of crippling diseases or accidents that left them unable to do the simplist of personal tasks. The good facilities have made more of a home atmosphere, as it should be. This IS the resident’s home and should be treated as such. Sometimes aides and others forget that the resident is no more thrilled with being changed like a child than the one giving care is excited about doing the changing. Mentally my focus is on that aspect, how would I want to be cared for in this same situation. It has really changed my heart and pulled me to want to do this for half of what I could be making in my other field of office management.
Yesterday I babysat 3 of my grandchildren and was just amazed at how fast they are growing up. SnuggleBug is 2yo, and isn’t all that into snuggling anymore though he talks a mile a minute and I only catch pieces of what he says. I fully understand his “wuv eww nana” and kisses though! SnuggleBean is 7 months old and aware that I’m not mom and this didn’t make him all that happy. SnuggleBerry is pitching softball now at 10yo. Where is the time going? I relish these moments, and with my son and his wife. I look at my daughter, just over 2 months away from giving birth to her first baby, sitting in church feeling him kick her, watch her waddle around (she doesn’t think she waddles yet but there is a small one to her gait now) and cannot believe she is all grown up, married, and ready to be a mother. I’m nervous and excited, knowing how she thinks about everything in life will change so much when they place this little boy in her arms. And no words will make her understand that, she has to experience it for herself. I love our morning phone calls when she is driving home from work, we laugh a lot and solve all the world’s problems in 30 minutes or less. 😉
I love my Avon customers! In the past 14 hours I’ve had 2 call me with orders that will put about $52 in my pocket (I earn 40% across the board thanks to achieving Honor Society and doubling my sales). And all it took was providing good customer service and handing out brochures. That is 2 of my regular 8-10 who consistently order, and I’m growing that number as rapidly as I can. Also adding at least 2 to my team tomorrow. I LOVE this business!
Ah look at the time, at this rate it won’t me morning musings if I don’t get moving. Much to do.
Y’all have a MARVELOUS day!