Thursday, December 18

I often think of my workplace as a daytime commune where people of all different backgrounds, health, attitudes toward life, and opinions on acceptable body odor meet on a daily basis to receive therapy. Literally there are generations that pass through our handicap accessible automatic doors and more often than not, I fondly love each generation. My current favorite conversation went was between myself and a young angst who is wearing a belt purchased from "Hot Topic" and a coat that is lined (hood and all) with black fur. It looks as though a very hairy man's chest was scalped and placed as the lining. I asked him if when he put his hood on, if the hair tickled the inside of his ear? He just blinked and looked confused.

Me: Most dorms are caves. Most dorms are small and ugly and caves.
Punky: No way. I know there are better dorms than that.
Me: Have you ever even been in a dorm?
Punky: Well I know Harvard and Yale have great dorm rooms.
Me: Okay, closet Gilmore Girl fan. Those don't exist.
Punky: (with an element of surprise & unexpected thrill) How did you know I watched Gilmore Girls?
Me: You just handed it to me, Punk.

I am so grateful for my little pod of therapists (and super silly patients) that I share 40+ hours of space with during the week. Have I mentioned that lately? I love sitting at my desk building witty comments between myself and Monika as we start to write advocate letters for our patients who have nasty insurance. And somehow we end up quoting Aristotle and Matthew 1:15 as justification for further day rehab services and found it hilarious. And I love Angela in the wake of an emergency and her response to her surroundings within chaos. And then how, when I ask her forty times a day, to recapture the moment, she will. And I giggle every time. I love how Jenna phrases things so that they are subtly funny and that we all love the same song.

I feel like I am suddenly fully awake after being drowsy for what I think has been over a year. I cannot begin to explain the amount of cheer and happiness I feel these last two weeks- I am stunned that it happened and I feel like I am bubbling over. "You look like you are bubbling over. You look different," Angela told me today as we treated ourselves to chocolate shakes for lunch. So now, in this flood of creative, loving, and absolutely adoring everything around me, I am re-designing this stale website to the tune of Ben and Chris installing electricity into our living room. :o) Goal: redesign by oh nine! I love you all. Happy Friday.

posted by Jenny Thursday, December 18, 2008

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