My manager is nothing if not empathetic, sympathetic and a master of making one feel “heard.” And well she should be, given her profession. I find her easy to talk to, sorta like a friend, and I unloaded on her my frustration, some of which had to do with her. She took it. The bottom line seems to be this: I’m good at what I do and I really enjoy doing it, even the record-writing. But we have to bill 300+ minutes a day, and I’m barely doing half that. And I’m working straight through the day, no lunch, no bs-ing. So where is the billable time going? I’ve decided to give it another month–which will bring my time up to 6 months–and keep fastidious time-keeping–including that 10 minute pee break (because our restroom is out of commission again and it takes twice as long to go to the one around the corner).
I’d like to say that today, the woman who runs this site, The Other Side of Sixty, is calmer, more controlled, and surer of where she’s going. But that would be a lie.
What I was not expecting was to find that Blanchard and Johnson have, in this slim unadorned volume, encapsulated so much of what our country (our world!) needs to hear, to learn, to practice if we are to survive past the midpoint of the twentyfirst century.
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