I first walked through the doors of my working place on March 1, 1982. Landon was 7 months old and Wendell said that I had better get my butt back to work . . . so this is where my butt's been sitting all this time. Time has really just flown by. It happened so fast. I so can't believe how old I am already. Like the chair, I'm the relic. The girl who sits next to me wasn't even born when I first started. I typed on an IBM typewriter with carbon paper. There was no computer, no copy machine, no fax machine. We did only x-rays . . . no ultrasound, no mammogram, no CT, no MRI, no bone densitometry.
Nothing stays the same . . . life is like that . . . and you go with the flow. I've had it pretty easy here, doing pretty much what I like to do . . . typing. That's what I do, type reports . . . for 27 years now. I like typing reports. I could to it forever, even though my fingers have become stiff and a bit sore. I'm a "lead" now, though. I hate that with a passion. I hate "leading". I hate being responsible. And oh, how I hate the monthly meetings. I pretty much can't escape from that role though . . . I've tried . . . but I'm the senior here; I just gotta do it. So, I just go with the flow . . . and dream of retiring. It'll be soon. 27 years happened so quickly, another 4 is just around the corner.