Have to say, basic glasses make all the difference in the world. You can see all the random ear/nose hairs that get overlooked gazing into a mirror under so so lighting. Ear hair is farking embarrassing. Knees holding up over last 4,5 months. Wasn't the case early 2023. Just walking multi staircases on down time at work. First dozen were literal hell and left me walking around like Fred sanford for two weeks. But after a month easy peazy and not a stab or pain since.
Odd question, does learning to finally say no make you feel old. Basically finally practicing a 'pick your battles' approach on certain tasks. It's a foreign and odd thing to be honest. I used to run into the fire so to speak when it came to a chaotic day and put out a half dozen fires (fiqure of speech). All in the name of company and "every client is the only client"
. I used to use that with every interviewee ffs. But now I don't lift half sedated 100 lb rotties anymore and do not want to be sitting in on near every x ray restraining or assisting. I really started thinking about the overall 'exposure' that collects thru the years. I had a goofy green as shit relief vet tell a tech "she doesn't need the lead vest on just drape it over her hands" and I told her she could go pound sand and that she was the temp help, not us. Whatever your job or career...it's not that you can't do all the tasks as before and as practiced for decades. But inevitably you find a time to say...nope. It's your turn. Someone else needs to get some dirt under the nails and do the literal heavy lifting. It's a weird thing as the newer people do not 'know' you as you were just a short time ago. But you also have zero need to try to prove anything to someone who was eating applesauce in a highchair when you were early years in. It's a trip. Now I'll fulfill my obligations, cover my clients and tie up lose ends and have noooo qualms about walking out of a 6pm chaotic Friday. Then the next morning listen to twenty-somethings and a bit older whine about being there till 8 o'clock at night. At first I was like "well yeh back in the day we did all that it's crazy" but now it's like "ahh that's a shame but glad you got home eventually" and just smirk like a dickhead
. I should have enacted some on the job self-preservation in my early forties but oh well. Better late than never I suppose.
edit...*using a Fred Sanford analogy today. That's when you know you're old![]()
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