Quality of Work

I’m back down to one day of working remotely. I’ll make a weekly appearance in our Pacific Heights campus but work a couple of days in the Mission. This is roughly what it was before the pandemic and it suits me fine. I love seeing all the doggies. There were some nice perks to working at home. If my dog could speak she would talk at length about it (for the price of a treat).

Anyway after several months of having one schedule, I have another one and there really was no adjustment period. I dove in. Well, I did forget my sandwich card and Tuesday’s is a double-stamp sandwich day but what are you going to do? It doesn’t always rain free lunch in the city, sometimes you get fog spit.

With more face time you tend to bump into familiar faces “Is Luna here, “ someone I know from softball asked, when spotting me, “She is fine, I work here”. We actually take her to a more local vet that we like but on off hours we have made the trip to the Pacific Heights campus. She has been pretty healthy overall. “I thought you were at the Mint, “ he said. “Ah, that was several years ago.” That was back when I was walking around town like a mummy version of myself, working graveyard shift and not sleeping, I thought but didn’t share.

It was nice to make the coins for a bit but the law of average catches up to you. You keep flipping coins, it’s going to be tails sometimes and that’s okay but I didn’t want to live in tails, I didn’t want to work another 20 years in there, until I retire. I believe in having some quality of life even during my working years. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to want time off and a regular sleep schedule.

I was pretty lucky to hook on with such a feel good pet organization. They do great work in the community and I feel like a cog in that machine, making sure the hospitals have their drugs.

After my softball acquaintance placed his little dog in the car. I asked, “and how is your dog?” “He’s got an ear infection. They gave me drops to take home.” I nodded, yeah, we got those. The coins we made at the mint were for coin collectors and while that was interesting, it was completely devoid of any personal satisfaction, in that the coins weren’t necessarily helping anyone. It’s one of the reasons I enjoyed my time with the American Red Cross and now with the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, I can get behind the endgame of that organization. It makes a difference to me.