They didn’t say it in so many words, but that was the message I heard yesterday morning. I lollygagged in bed until close to 6, hoping that the powers that be would decide that Franklin County’s being under a Level II snow emergency was sufficient grounds to close the offices today. Just before 6, I took the cell phone from my night table and called the information number. They were monitoring a winter storm warning, but no offices were closed.
The only treacherous part of getting to work was the walk from the bus stop to the William Green Building. The bus ran on time, and it ran smoothly, but sidewalks were slick with ice, and I made the mistake (more than once) of thinking that I was stepping on solid ice, only to be immersed in cold water up to my ankles.
Naturally, there was a skeleton crew at work. I had enough work to keep me going, and managed to stretch out the workload so that I wouldn’t finish everything in the first 1-2 hours and then have to feign actual work for the rest of the day. The psychologist I like was snowbound in Akron, so he dictated some reports–and they were actually interesting. One of his clients came in smelling strongly of alcohol, and said he had been driven there by his Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor. (The psychologist always asks how you get to the examination. I think he’s expecting someone to say that he/she beamed down from the Enterprise.) This client needs a new sponsor.
Columbus is still under a Level II snow emergency, although the snow pretty much quit falling about 1 p.m. yesterday. The office wasn’t quite as deserted today, but the schools were closed, and the buses were free. (That last is a moot point for me, since I have a monthly pass, which I get at a discount. Asperger’s syndrome is considered a handicap, so I get a 50% fare reduction. Herr Doktor Asperger can be a good friend.)
I needed some respite from doctors’ dictation, so I typed some Statements of Facts. I used my headphones to listen to an MP3 of Fibber McGee and Molly. A lot of the humor is dated, but I still found a lot of it funny. The series of vignettes where Fibber observes National Letter-Writing Week made me want to put the stationery that Susie gave me for Christmas to use.) The fact that Jim and Marian Jordan, the actors who played Fibber and Molly, were married in real life made it even more fun to hear.
One of the tapes I transcribed involved a groundskeeper at a local cemetery. The doctor cracked me up when he mentioned that the injured worker threw out his back while carrying the coffin of an oversized "patient." I think the person was finished being a "patient." Would "client" have flown?