It is my belief that if your workspace is too nice and tidy you are not working hard enough
Or you are spending too much time tidy'ing and not enough time working, take your pick.
....or you are single...
My good things today:
1. Signed the job papers this morning.
2. Rudolf, which stands for the police badge hullaballoo at the museum, called it quits on the long badge wish lists from the various departments - YAY!
There was too much trouble with people mailing us their lists of people who wanted their old badges back.
Then some people went and picked up their badges anyway, with the result that we had to check and recheck to find badges which already had been given back to their old owners....grrrr...so Rudolf told us that we didn't have to do the lists anymore, end of that.
Friggin' awesome, because I was about to begin working on a list that had 133 names on it (- and drowning in more lists!), which meant:
a. Look up people's birth dates in our lists.
b. Write down the badge number next to people's name.
c. Write the names and numbers on ziploc bags, find the badges and put them in the bags.
d. Gather all the badges which were meant to go to the same department.
e. Write birth date and badge number on the sign-off list, so that it was ready for people to pick up the badges and sign 'em off.
ARGH!
So thank GOD we don't have to do that anymore!
3. Most importantly: Dad came home from the hospital.
He had been suffering from pains in the chest and arm yesterday, so mom pushed him to go see their physician today. The physician told him: You're going to the hospital! And off he went by ambulance, while mom went home. Dad was due to undergo a lot of heart tests, so therefore he told mom that she could just as well go home, and then she could visit him tomorrow instead. So home she went.
I called her on my way home from the museum, and she told me what had happened, so I went straight from the train station to mom and dad's house.
Mom and I talked things through really good, and we had dinner together.
Suddenly the doorbell rang while we were eating, and it was dad.
So the hospital judged after tests today, that the medication he got at the hospital was good, and he was sent home with proper medication, and during the next weeks he's due to undergo a lot of tests and all, to find the actual problem itself.
It was so good to see mom and dad hug each other when dad came home.