I got one cat. I’m calling him Buddy even though the animal rescue league named him Elvis. Elvis is not a cat name, and I’m not calling my cat Elvis*. I originally was going to get two buddy cats, but they were really painfully shy to the point of hissing and hiding, and even though they needed a good home, it wasn’t mine. Buddy seemed genuinely interested to go with me, and I felt guilty for turning down the other two, so I took him. He is a one year old black cat with claws and a desire to fight hard in the form of “play”. (I’ll show you the scars. Sigh.)
The big party (that happens around the holidays but we can’t call it a Christmas party even though …) is this Friday, and the employee celebrations committee decided that it would be a wonderful thing to auction off pies to be thrown in the faces of senior leaders. (Top 3 vote-getting senior leaders get pied.) Yes. Lovely. I think the majority of the tickets bought are by senior leaders for other senior leaders… yes … lovely …
The election last week is still taking some getting used to. I’m neither angry nor hurt, or elated or excited … I am interested in how President Elect Trump will actually “drain the swamp” and operate the government in a very non government fashion. Will Medicare be affected? Will Critical Access Hospitals be impacted? From a selfish perspective, how will this impact our lives and jobs? Because we are extremely and completely dependent upon the fragile system in place – if efficiencies are to be found in how we work daily, it could be impactful to the point of scary. I wish I could be confident that all will be well, but I’m not. Stay tuned I guess.
*We had cupcake wars at the hospital here years ago, and I made Elvis cupcakes - Banana Foster cupcakes with peanut butter frosting and bacon sugar. All thought up and made by me, and even though they weighed about 1.5 pounds each, I thought they were amazing. I lost big time and still carry a grudge. Hence, not an Elvis fan.