Grrrr

I just got to work after a morning ankle doctor check-up. According to my hero, Dr. Dalton, I am officially ahead of the curve in my recovery from surgery performed two months ago yesterday. However, when I got to work and checked my email I was surprised to find an email from my boss asking for a list of our responsibilities by the end of the week. Apparently budget reviews are coming soon.

All I want is to keep this job until I'm closer to finishing physical therapy (I need the insurance) and/or I get my TV job. I'm working furiously on both goals, trust me. So, yeah, why can't things just go the way I want them to go?

Done whining. For now.

I'm getting pretty good at Dr. Mario.