Booooooooooooooooooored...

So our lovely receptionist quit and since I'm the one with the most knowledge... yup. I'm stuck up here. It was supposed to only be for a few weeks, because they had a candidate who wanted to start in the second week of July. Well, she turned down our offer and now I'm stuck up here until they find someone else. I have to say that the job is pretty easy, but how do you engage yourself in a job like this? I answer phones, schedule meetings, and recently I've become a personal waiter. I stamp invoices and count how many calls I answer. Apparently, though I remain speculative and highly doubtful, there are people who WANT to do this for a living. As in, they want this as a career.

How is answering a phone a career? And why the crap would you WANT to do it for the rest of your working, possibly natural, life? No offense if that's what you want, but I'm appaled that anyone with an IQ higher than that of a damp dishrag would want to do this for a living. I can't engage my mind in these type of menial, banal, trite tasks. I can only answer the phone so many ways. I can only pretend to have so many accents. I can only say, "You have the wrong number cause this is a pizza place, not a law firm." before I find it sickening that I'm stuck screening calls like a personal assistant for 80 people. I joke, I joke... I don't actually do those things, but I do have a hard time finding things to keep me occupied. Since I'm chained up here (might as well be literal rather than metaphorical) there's only so many things I can do. I will say that it a nice break, a healthy change of pace. However, I'm not sure I'll feel the same way in another week of being addressed as "Ma'm" or "Cory". (I've been here 3 years altogether and an attorney still calls me Cory. What did I ever do to him?)

The good news is that if everything goes according to plan, I'll be outta here in 7 weeks. Then I'll be answering calls to pull a cat from under a house, throw an unruly and drunk son in jail, and when people think it's a cop's job to tell their kid that if they don't eat their vegetables they'll get arrested. I'm counting the days...

A somber change of tone (if only temporarily)

I'm writing this as I think, so I apologize that my fingers aren't as fast as my brain...

Some friends of ours (Jamie and I) recently had a child. However, there were lots of complications and the baby, Molly, didn't start crying for 4 minutes. The doctors tested her and tested her for various things like her heart and her brain and found problems with both. She has pulmonary hypertension and irreversible brain damage on both sides equaling 50%. She is blind in both eyes and upon further testing they found an aneurysm in her brain. The doctors say that even if they proceed with dangerous surgeries, she will need as many as 20 to fix the problems they've seen so far. The doctors don't expect her to make it to the weekend. This is our friend's first child. So many questions run through your mind. "Why?" being the most prominent one. Why would a God capable of moving mountains and raising the dead let something like this happen to a child less than a day old? How could a parent make a decision like that to either prolong pain or let nature take from you what you've barely had? It's been a long time since I've been so closely affected by death. I like to think that I don't let things like this affect me, but for some reason this is really shaking me and (if not rattling, at least disturbing) my faith. I know that it's not God's fault. The God I believe in doesn't do things like this for any reason, much less to teach someone a lesson. My question is more, why wouldn't he intervene? I'm not a supreme being, so I'm sure there's more to it than that, but I can still act like I know what's best for the world. I'm so confused and so hurt on a lot of different levels. Like I said, normally things like this don't affect me, but for some reason this really hit home. Probably because I have 2 kids and I don't know what I would do if something happened to them. Forgive me for gushing my feelings, but I need somewhere to put them and I guess a private forum like a blug on the interweb is gonna have to do...

Stay Safe,
Cowboy