Friday, September 14, 2018

Bob



So, tomorrow we are going to see Bob Saget at the comedy club. I’ve been waiting for this show for a long time. Bryan and I need a night out just the two of us. Usually we’re going out with mom/Robert or hanging with the roomies. Show is at 10, but we plan to get there really early so we can sit in the front row. We have VIP seating, but that could still be a crappy seat. It may rain a little tomorrow too, so getting to downtown Portland will be messy. And then trying to find parking… its gonna be messy.
 
Next weekend we are going camping. That I am more excited about. We have not been camping in over 4 years. We got a new container to hold all our camping gear, so Bryan went through everything and tossed a lot out that was expired. Just means we need to buy a bunch of stuff now. Bug repellent, sunscreen, allergy meds, ect.  We already did a drive by to see what spots we wanted to stay in. I really hope we get a good spot. The campsite is a lot smaller than I thought it was going to be, and the spots are a lot closer than I am used to too. Bryan and I took Friday off, but we’re going to go up Thursday after work. If Robert doesn’t get a wild hair and set up our tent, we’ll just keep headlights on the site so we can get our tent up.  There is football on Sunday’s now, but I don’t wanna leave the campsite till afternoon. I’ve already given Bryan a heads up about missing the Packers.
 
WORK: One of the MA’s quit a few weeks ago without notice. They found a replacement, but the Dr didn’t like the new girl’s attitude. So, they let her go. Now we are shorthanded again. Kris asked if I wanted to be an MA instead of the Phlebotomist… I quickly replied “No, I’m happy where I am now.”
It’s nothing against the Dr, or the crew, I just enjoy being in the lab. I appreciated the offer, and I know there will be days where I will be an MA so I can keep that on my Resume. Yesterday, John came in to work so I could work with the Dr. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, however, Stacie was helping a lot with phone calls and messages.


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