D.O.N.
My mother called while S and I were coming back from our dog walk – practically bursting through the phone lines that she is being offered a DON job at a nursing home in Baton Rouge – another 1.5 hour commute each way, another high stress job. She says she will rent a crash pad there and keep her place here in New Orleans and drive back on the weekends.
I don’t want to be negative but she’s in no condition – mentally, physically, physiologically, spiritually – to take on a position like this and that just shows you what kind of nursing shortage is going on out there in the world.
But I bit my tongue and let her have her fantasy. We’ll see what happens.
Que sera, sera.
November 12th, 2007 at 8:24 pm
R I’m sorry I changed the subject and we didn’t get to talk about your moms call. do you want/need to tonight?
November 13th, 2007 at 6:15 pm
I went from there to here – sick as a dawg – so thanks, but I’ve been sleeping and sweating instead.