Distrations

I know that I am probably the easiest person in the world to distract. Anything works. Something I thought of looking up several weeks ago. A picture or interesting headline. A craft project. Why can't my book be such a distraction. What is it that they say about good intentions? I know if I go upstairs now to work on that needlepoint project - which by the way - is my current "have to finish" project, I will go to sleep in the chair. I need to go to the store, but I am waiting on a list. Life really is good.
We got notice on Thursday of our three "Uncle Sonny" furlough days. I am not complaining. Who doesn't like an extra day off? I do worry about those who can't afford to miss a day's pay. I need to bump up my donations to my "worthy cause." Who knew a $1.83 box of 6 Ramen noodle cups would make such a difference. Apparently it did. Who also knew that the ones who complain the most about not having any money could go out and boast about buying huge flat screen TVs, Wii Fit, and $100 of quilt material but beg for the "poor you" feelings. There is nothing that peeves me more than a sense of entitlement. Nobody owes me anything. I detest people who feel that the world owes them something.
I had a student ask me this week if I prayed for her by name or just for my students in general. She needs prayer as do those of us who try to teach her to become a respectful person. So I have prayed for her by name. I do pray for those who have put their heart into school and I pray for those who are just taking up space because they get a check to come to school. I pray for those who will never make it in the workforce because they don't have the ability or the work ethic. I pray for those I gave a second chance that aren't taking it.
I really enjoy my job. I love the people that I work with. I am sad that not all of them share my passion for people and tend to alienate themselves from students and coworkers. Maybe I am too empathetic, but I know that is what healthcare is all about. I remember one hateful nursing instructor that I had but more so, I remember those who knew we were young and just learning about nursing and that a kind word did more than a harsh word of correction. I do hate to hear some of the things that are being said to students. I don't have any reason to believe that they are making it up. Embellishing sometimes, maybe, but attitudes lead me to believe that it is bascially the truth.
As I have been distracted for an hour now, I will go and do something - even if it is a short nap - I don't nap well - 15 minutes at most. I guess that is what they call a "power nap."
But first, I have to look up "Dog Days" - I have heard so many stories about what happens during "Dog Days"....