Monday, January 05, 2009

They expect me to work FIVE days this week?!?!?

What?  How am I going to do this?  

One day at a time.

I have new pants to wear to work today.  

I have new shoes.

I call them "scared flat."  

On Friday, I spoke with person in Dallas who has the same job as I do in a hospital there.  She told me about their recent experience with something that we are going to experience soon.  When she told me about the person from the regulatory agency running through the halls, and expecting others to follow, the first thing I thought of was my shoes.  There is no way on God's Green Earth that I can run around a hospital with 3 or 4 inch heels on.  

This is an exercise in ego deflation.  I hate wearing flat shoes.  I think they look dumpy and plain and old-ladyish.  But running in 4 inch heels sounds infinitely worse.  

Which reminds me of an e-mail I got this morning.  It could be a generic e-mail. I get one about once a month or 2 weeks.  I will paraphrase:

I love your blog.
You give me hope.
I can't stop drinking.
I can't go to AA because then people will know that I have a problem.

It reminds me of my friend who recently died.  He was a public figure who didn't want to be sitting with common drunks in a meeting of AA.  Instead his face and name were pictured on the TV news, newspapers, and internet.  "found dead.  struggled for years with alcoholism and personal problems."  Yeah, it would have been too embarrassing if he had come to AA and sat with a bunch of people who understand.  

So, I can thank God that I can sit in my chair in a meeting of AA and be grateful for it.
I can be grateful for whoever else has found a way to sit in their chair there.
And I will learn to be grateful for flat shoes.
We must adjust to what our reality is.  

10 comments:

Pam said...

Flat Shoes ROCK !!!!!
I fit in amongst common drunks.

Lou said...

You are straight on about the people who do not want anyone "to know". Then unfortunately when it is too late, everyone knows.

dAAve said...

It's funny that many of us found it OK to be seen stumbling out the doors of a bar, but don't want anyone to see us walking from an AA meeting.
Being a public figure can get quite hairy.

Mary Christine said...

Oh Dave, you are too funny. Thanks for the call.

steveroni said...

"I love your blog.
You give me hope.
I can't stop drinking.
I can't go to AA because then people will know that I have a problem."

Heard at a meeting this morning:

Alcoholics Anonymous is an outpatient program for the insane.

Hope said...

I wore jeans to a wedding yesterday. And my highest heels. They make my feet hurt.
There's something about the way they make me feel other than the pain, that I love.
Oh, wait.
That sounds a little too much like what alcohol felt like.
Delete, delete, delete.
Have a great day.

♥Shann♥ said...

OH come on running in 3 inch heels gives your calves a work out lol so NOT WORTH IT! just sayin

I like how you put things
have a great Monday I am still blogging, hopin one day you will come back by more often... ☺

Trailboss said...

MC just put on some work boots like me and you will keep up with anyone!

Syd said...

My wife likes Dansko shoes. She says that they make her feet happy. I was reading in the local paper about a 100 yard dash being held for women or men who wear 3-4 inch heels. It has a $5k prize. Want to come run the dash for some serious cash?

I hope that the person who doesn't want people to know realizes that everyone does know. And that they are hoping that he/she eventually get that.

Scott W said...

It's the danged truth!

I wear flat shoes daily. But I understand your disdain of 'sensible' shoes. What about those shoes in that old commercial where the women were playing basketball in pumps?

Or, you could just tell the regulator you aren't into running. hehehe Guess you'd have to hide the marathon pictures!