I'm Thankful for the Thorns

Work is so incredibly busy lately. Most days I don't know if I'm pitching or catching. That's not to say the days aren't rewarding and satisfying, because they are. It's nice to be my own boss. I'm the one I blame it I don't get the job done, and that can be good and bad.



In the area I work, the staff have been left to fin for themselves for a long time. They have been playing a few games with me, but I'm up for the challenge. They take good care of the residents, the rest will come.



That being said, the paper work was a disaster. I can't believe they didn't have a system in place. Unfortunately that's what t he state inspectors and Quality Service Reviewers measure when looking at for the scores as to how good the care is.



I'll soon be there six months and feel I have made great strides. I sure have a long way to go. Truth be told, I like the paper work and not having a system in place may have been a good thing. I can develop my own. Finding the time to get it done is another thing. To top it off, about three months into the job the company decides to update to new forms for the resident information, going from a two page form to a six page form. And no, I didn't meet the deadline of Oct 1, but none of the other communities did either. And that's only one form. There are at least 8-10 more and that doesn't count the ones for my staff.



When I start this job, by new boss told me it would take about six months to get a real feel for the job. In my mind, I thought that seemed a little long. I know now she was right on target. But, she knew what a mess everything was in, I didn't.



Tomorrow starts another busy week but I'm ready. I have had a great weekend with my family. Soccer games for both grandchildren on Saturday and dinner after. Then church, lunch at church and the last soccer game for my granddaughter on Sunday. She really has gotten better over the years. She looks a lot like my daughter at that age running around out there.



I really like to see the little guy play soccer. At their age, sometimes they don't know which way is the right way to run on the field. The ball hit his shin guard and he cheered because he thought he helped to make the play. He is too cut out there. He has one more game and he is done for the season too. I still can't believe he is big enough to play soccer and go to preschool.



Quote for the day: That which cometh from the heart goes to the heart. Jeremiah burroughs