LIVEALITTLE

I remember how much I enjoyed being needed in my first job. It felt great to know that I was the only one who knew the system well enough and it gave me confidence and a sense of competence. Job security was guaranteed and mom was happy I had money accumulating in the bank. Over time, I aptly grew sick of the interruptions in my daily life and the constant worry that the next call on my pager/cell/blackberry would force me to rush to work in the middle of a performance.
So, boy, is it a momentous event that I called into work sick for no other reason than because I didn't want to work. It was wonderful to not feel guilty that work would back up, that I may miss an important meeting/call or that email would accumulate. I was left free to do whatever I pleased for the day and I spent a part of it relaxing at the beautiful Botanical Gardens (pictured). I love being replaceable. I love being dispensable. I love being a nurse! ...Now what shall I do with my remaining 3 sick days due????