If I had known there was going to be donuts, I might have showed up early instead of exactly at seven three-o. You see, I'm on a 24 hour junk food spree. Like Travis says, once a year doesn't kill you. But as I start this job as a community nutrition advocate, I probably shouldn't be eating In&Out burgers and fries and then topping it off with cookies :) It probably will comfort the rest of you to know I'm normal too.
Anyways, I had to report at 7:30 in the morning to the Morrison buildng to be "oriented" to the hospital that I am going to work for, Chandler Regional Hospital. A wonderful morning of getting paid. That's the extent of the excitement for the day. I am proud to be a part of an organization that had roots in furthering the ministry of Jesus by healing; at least that is what Catholic Health Care seems to promote as its core values in its mission statement. I can not only follow those guidelines but promote them as well. Imagine your employer telling you that they encourage you to pray with your customers.
And in other news, my adult chickens are teaching bad habits to the little ones. The adults are flying into the trees again, showing the wild baby chicks that flying the coop is okay. And just a few minutes I actually met one of the town candidates I randomly voted for-- she dropped by my door and chatted. Imagine that. Another reason I love Queen Creek.