Today is HUMP day!! I am in love with the camel commercial where the camels are at the zoo and all the guests at the zoo are walking by their exhibit going "Mike, Mike, Mike" "Guess what day it is?" "It's Huuuummmp daaaaay"! Then the two camels turn to each other and one says,
"It isn't even Wednesday"
and the other camel replies, "Just let it go, Phil"
Thankfully work went much better today than on Monday. Theresa is this amazing woman which I work with, even though technically I work for her. We have a great partnership and working relationship and I truly cherish her as a friend! Often she will ask me to take care of something and it will already be done.
We have paired up with a drug rep who comes in to see the doctor for her company. The three of us are like peas in a pod. There is a running joke that the three of us should work for the CIA. I even had a dream that we were secret agents. My dream took us into a cave and the two of them looked at me like I was crazy and said I would be going in alone. The entrance had a really cool old wooden door, I went in and got the information we needed. When I returned, all that was left was a sack that one of them was carrying. I went after them trying to find them, knowing with them gone they were in trouble. I asked locals if they had seen them and was continuously pointed in the direction of the river. I scaled a brick wall to get to the river bed, crossed the river, climbed up a pillar and as I got onto the deck I ran into someone who had information about them, and did not want me there. I was able to get info from him, and escaped back down the pillar and continued down the river to find them.
Today was filled with a lot of catching up, stupid phone calls and fun texting banter between Theresa, Lindsay and I...although, Lindsay had to catch up late due to a conference she was attending in Lexington.
At one point of the day a patient called in feeling sick because she was taking her medicine incorrectly. Instead of taking one pill, she was taking two and did not understand why she did not feel well.
I relayed this message to Theresa, and when we saw the doctor she told the doctor about it. As she was talking I handed the phone message to Theresa to pass along during the conversation. Our response was priceless,
"Geeeeeeezzzus, does anyone not understand to talk to your doctor before you make changes to how you take your medicine? They have my fucking cell phone number for a reason".
Theresa and I both busted out laughing, how can you resist a response like that from a medical professional. I love it when the doctor I work for is absolutely real.
One of our reps who comes in has been nicknamed "Ken" because along with being tall, fit, handsome his hair is absolutely perfect and always in place. He has a good sense of humor and he knows everyone in the business. He is absolutely professional, and yet slides in his fantastic personality and wit into the mix. We love picking on him, and he takes it all in stride.
This week he showed up with a little bit of a beard, Theresa began to call him, "Shave and Go Ken" This is now his new name. While he was standing at the window in front of my desk I took a quick photo of him to send to Lindsay and let her know he had come for a visit.
This banter began a joke about how Shave in Go Ken has a yoga side, and I found some silly photos of a Ken doll online that represented a yogie Ken. Then I moved it up to skiing Ken, which then started photos of skiing Skipper. Skipper is Lindsay's nickname because she has known Ken her entire life and grew up with his family. Lindsay also got nicknamed Skipper because at first she was Barbie, but that wasn't the appropriate combination for her and Ken. They are not married to one another, just very good childhood friends who give each other hell all the time. They know one anothers families, wives, kids, etc. I found a photo of Skipper skiing, and attached that into our text conversation. Some how Theresa took the photo I had taken of Ken, put a background on it and attached, "Oohhhhhmmmmm" which was a comment I had made about Ken in one of the yoga photos. It was absolutely unexpected and the moment I saw it I lost it. I was laughing so hard I fell out of the chair and onto the floor. I continued to laugh until I could not breathe.
Considering a little over a year ago I didn't think I would ever laugh again or even have anything worth laughing about-laughing is a gift to me. Laughing this hard was the most awesome blessing I could ever experience. Who gets the opportunity to laugh this hard in life?!? I finally picked myself up off the floor, still laughing to see a photo Theresa had sent to our trio conversation of me on the floor laughing. This began the laughter all over again-at least seated this time.
It is moments like these I give thanks, thanks to be able to work with someone who is so awesome and I absolutely adore. Who is cool with me laying on the floor laughing and who can make me laugh. Yet, we get our work done, we are on task, and do our jobs. It is so fantastic to work with someone I really truly enjoy!
After work I went to the chickens to give them some straw. It is to get down to 4 degrees tonight. I took two arm fulls of straw to them and put it in their hen house. I am really, really glad, there was very little straw left in there from today. They love, love, love to play around and scratch in the straw. In their original hen house it was not a big deal as they had all the room in the world and I could put several slabs of straw in their hen house and it would stay in there because they had all sorts of room. In this hen house their space is limited, as they play and scratch in the straw it can easily get kicked out. I piled straw in front of their little door to help break the cold and piled the straw underneath them and over them. They clucked and cooed at me. I try not to disturb them once they are in for the night, especially in this smaller hen house. But, on nights like these I just have to make sure they are ok. I already worry about their feet, legs and combs freezing or getting frost bite. At least during the day they can move around and try to stay warm. At night it becomes a different story.
Tonight I am back at my friends apartment, I am hoping the apartment I will be renting will be ready for me to stay in tomorrow night. It will be freaking cold out there-but I guess that is why we layer up. Unfortunately, majority of my layers are in storage. Yippee. I was hoping for more space in this new place so I could get some things out of storage, but that isn't looking too good. I think I will be investing in a folding table so I can use it for photo shoots and as part of my office. I would rather not get two-but-it may be the better way to go when it comes to needing the table for a shoot and it has all my office stuff layed out on it.
After work my main priority was my chickies. I needed to get them their straw. Once they were safe and taken care of I headed to find something to eat. I was starving and debated on skipping out on eating at all. But, I dug into my financial reserves, which are dwindling and bought a burger and fries from my most favorite burger place in Nashville. I then dashed to Miss E's place, she left the door unlocked for me and I needed to be there before 7 as the front sliding doors locked at 7. I pulled in at 6:54pm and rushed to pull out my brief bag with my laptops, my purse, my food, the egg that I found in the hen house this morning and my pillow which the pillow case is stuffed with all the things I need. I loaded myself up to a point where I began to feel numbness and pain in my left arm due to all the weight on my shoulder. I got to the second set of glass doors and it didn't open for a couple of seconds. I started to feel my anxiousness go into panic. Then the doors slid open, aha! I had made it just in time. I get to the 5th floor after a nice conversation with a resident in the complex and as I got to her door and opened it her son gave me quite the look. He was sitting on the couch eating Oreos and apparently she forgot to tell him I was coming over. Thankfully, we had met before, I introduced myself to make sure he knew my name and I told him his Mom said I could come in. I asked him if she had told him, he said she hadn't, but maybe she had and he forgot. I sent her a text to let her know I freaked him out. After a few minutes of getting settled I finally got to sit down in their very comfy chaise, and eat my dinner. With a watchful eye from their dog Widget I ate my yummy burger and fries.
I flipped through the magazine I found in my brief bag and ripped out pages of some ideas for my studio and house one day. Once Miss E was home I showed them to her and she liked what I picked out.
I visualized it on the top of the hill where I long for my house, chickens and photo studio to reside. Hopefully...one day...it will all come together, and instead of dreaming and visualizing, I will be working with the construction crew as they build my house and studio. I would like to build my chickens hen house, I enjoy that kind of thing. There is something to where you can step back from a project and say, "yes, I did that"
Chasing dreams and working towards goals...isn't that what it is about? Finding that passion, that spark, that desire in your heart and going after it? It is what I try to do every day. Hopefully throughout this year we will see some positive changes and progress towards these goals becoming a reality!
This is me, laying on the floor today in hysterics! Thank you to Theresa for making my day & being a part of my life! For someone who never thought she would laugh again-a small moment of laughter like this is a blessing.
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