[at-l] The Wench / LiteShoe Syndrome

[Slyatpct@xxxxxxx (Slyatpct@xxxxxxx)]

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I suppose there are some that feel that way about their jobs, fellow
employees, customers or clients, but when I leave my job I don't look back
until I'm finished with the trail, if then or at all.  Once you take that
first step, it's a whole new world and it's all good.  Even the miserable
parts!  : )

Have a great hike....

Sly

PS I gotta get that book!



In a message dated 2/21/2003 12:34:45 PM Eastern Standard Time,
atted@tampabay.rr.com writes:

> Well, today I know what Teresa went through.  I went into my office at
> Life-Path Hospice and did what she did.  Let me tell you, it was not a
> pleasant experience.  Got a nice card signed by everyone, some candy bars
> and lots of hugs.  Words cannot explain how I felt when the time came to
> say
> "Bye, I love ya all", then turn my back on the folks and walk out.  No more
> cell phone or beeper.  No more on call.  No more patients, that I love so
> much.  "Be careful and hurry back,"  were the last words I heard.
>
> And now I reflect on Jan's recent posting in a much different light.  Life
> has just turned a corner, and I'm on a street that I've never seen or been
> on before.  Does the street lead through a nice area, rough area?   It
> doesn
> t matter now, because I'm on that street and must take whatever it dishes
> out.
>
> So today I feel ever emotion I have ever felt.   Today is simply another
> day
> but it feels so different, for me.
>
> I'm meeting Jim Stewart (WhoAh) at a local pub this afternoon, and I'm
> really looking forward to that.