The Greatest Job!

I wanted to blog about how great my job is, and especially the people I work with. I've always known this, but their generosity was proven even more on Saturday when I was walking to work and dirt flew into my eye thanks to a stupid transport truck (figures it had to be a transport truck). I was half blind as I walked the rest of the way to work. I spent the first half hour at work trying to flush my eye out with water, which didn't help. Eventually, I could at least get it open, but not get anything out. I stretched my eye more than eyes should be just to see if I could see anything. Nothing. So my supervisor Marlene went to the $ store to see if they had saline solution; they didn't! Just my luck. She called my boss, Joe and asked him to pick some up on the way in. He did, and we flushed my eye 3 times, and it only made it worse. It was awful! So finally, at 11:00a.m. (I started at 9:30a.m.), Joe (my boss) took me the walk-in clinic. Here's just a little insight into how great my boss is. I wondered how I was going to get back, and I didn't have to worry at all; he stayed with me! How many bosses will sit with you in a walk-in clinic and wait for over an hour? Not many. Anyway, my eye ended up being fine, except I was decieved when the doctor put drops in my eye and the pain was gone and I thought I was all better, and he informed me it was only anesthetic. Grrrr. Oh well, when it wore off, I was fine too. The culprit that invaded my eye ended up being the smallest spec of dust, hardly visible to the human eye. Needless to say, I was thrilled to be better and get back to work. On another note, my other boss Lis is still paying me for the morning, even though I didn't work. They were all so caring. Even my co-workers Ashley and Marisa who gave me departing words such as "We love you Chrissy" and "You're the glue that binds us together, come back quick." As I went to the clinic. I love my job, I wouldn't trade it for anything!
And yay, my eye is better
But now my fear of transport trucks has just become irrational and on its way to a full-blown phobia.
CHRISSY