Our census at work is down......so today our hours were cut. We'll lose 4 hours a pay period. The alternative was to let a nurse or two go/lay them off. When the census goes back up so will our hours of work.
I'm not thrilled about it. I'll live with it though and just tighten the purse strings.
It was one of those days at work where all I wanted to do was go home to kiss Mr. Bojangles, and listen to my daughter talk about her day as I watch her facial expressions and body language. She makes me smile.
So when I finally got home that's exactly what I did.
Daughter sat on my dresser and talked about one of her friendships, her math teacher, her school credits and grades. She moved her lower legs back and forth, and ran her fingers through her hair as she talked. Every once in awhile she'd crack a knuckle.
Mr. Bojangles rolled on his back in the driveway waiting for me to pet him after I got out of the car when I arrived hoome from work.. My hands were full so I told him to follow me.......when we got in the door I dropped my stuff on the table, then picked him up and kissed him. He purred.
I'm lucky &
I'm content.
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So now they are census? "Nurse, take a head count of the monkeys that are paying for care."
I'll be darn, cats love boiled coon, I wonder if they would like roasted coon.
Maybe dogs like them also, it may be a dog eat coon world and in hard times that's a good thing if you want to keep your dog, or cats.
Likely better food for them than the crap we buy to feed them anyway.
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