Yeah, I spent almost the whole day at the hospital yesterday.
You're probably reading this with the same look on your face that
John and Tommy had when I came home from work and told them
that, LOL. You know, the "Oh, no!" face.
They have a department called The Hospital at work where they fix
orders that have something wrong with them. They ran out of work
and sent me to help them out. Ha ha got ya! I got to work at a
hospital and didn't even have to have a college degree.
LOL I had been mentioning my foot pain and diabetes to the big boss guy
just because he had been asking me why I was limping (it's a LOT of
walking and I'm fat), and he was passing me on my way there. I thought
I'd get him, too. He said, "So where are you headed?" and real serious,
I said, "Oh, didn't you hear? They're sending me to the hospital. It's
gotten that bad". He frowned and tilted his head and said, "Oh, no!"
Then I clarified which hospital I was going to and he got a kick out of it.
You would think a general manager would have heard that joke before...?
The place I'm working at is one million square feet. It's a half mile to walk
just from your car to the time clock, no lie. It's Toys R Us warehouse so
you know we're about to get SLAMMED. Seriously I do have blisters all
over the bottom of my feet which is bad, bad news for a diabetic, so I
do need your prayers for that.
Also, Tommy is starting there Monday and that boy has never worked on
his feet for eight hours, much less ten! So he'll need your prayers, too.
They're potentially interested in keeping me on in a department called
W.A.V.E., (don't they have weird dept names?), but it's first shift only,
which is opposing to John's second shift. John could maybe go to first,
though, who knows. It would certainly be a lifestyle shift to go from
going to bed at four in the morning to getting up at four in the morning.
So pray, pray, pray and pray that I don't have to go to the Hospital
again - too much walking! LOL j/k