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Remember the good things too

 I was thinking about how often i write about men, and dating and things i'm upset with.  Its not very often that i write about little happy moments.  So thats what this is.  

Today i had physical therapy so i took the shuttle down because it's hot and i don't want to get smelly and stinky at work.  Also, it gives me a moment to be quiet.

So I went, got the hairy eyeball and a tongue lashing from my physical therapist, Karen, because i have sandals on and linen pants that are a little long.  Not perfect for therapy.  Honestly i forgot i had an appointment today and i'm just glad i wasn't wearing a dress or skirt.  I love her.  She is really helping me and correcting the multitude of problems that I have had for basically my whole life.

And i'm getting stronger, able to do more, and feeling a lot less pain.  Time well spent.

After therapy i went out to wait for the shuttle to take me back up the hill.  There are several and it always seems like the one i want is late.  So i sits.  and i waits.  Then the "extra" shuttle that was added for parking overflow while they fix the parking lots pulls up and there is Reggie with his big smile!

And Darryl!  My IT buddy who i probably drive insane.  Reggie says "where are you going?  I'll take you wherever you want to go" and i jumped on board.

Having friends at work that you make by accident is a wonderful thing.  Reggie sees so many people every day and yet has the ability to remember names and where they belong.  Thats impressive.  And he's friendly and funny.  Darryl and i bust each others chops whenever we see each other.  It's always nice to see him.

We took a little zoom around campus, had some chitty chat., and i got delivered to my building.  

Sometimes little interactions can make your day so much better.  

Be friendly.  Smile and say hello to everyone.  I feel sorry for people who walk around with their face in  their phones and don't know anyone outside of their department.  They are missing out on laughs and nice interactions that break the day up.  

The longer i work here the more i realize that more people know me than i know at this hospital. I've had people come to my office to find me and meet me just to say thankyou or to ask for help with something.  Work doesn't have to be a grind, and it shouldn't be.  Always remain professional and friendly.  Your reputation will proceed you. 

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