the article that could save lives (or at least prevent some pain)

No, this is nothing to do with magic cure-alls, silver bullets or even preventative lifestyle advice. And it’s certainly not an article I wrote, but one I chanced upon.

One morning, a few weeks ago, I went into the staff tea room for my ten-minute morning tea break, and found a print-out copy of this article on the table: When Evidence Says No, but Doctors Say Yes (by David Epstein & Propublica, published by The Atlantic on February 22, 2017). I was intrigued, and started reading.

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measuring up

I’m kind of sorry to be writing this, but I feel like it needs to be done. (I realise this makes it sound like the following post will be super serious or controversial in its content, but it probably isn’t really – sorry to disappoint. But, I dunno, maybe it depends on how you look at it. I reckon this will mostly just sound very rant-y. Yeah, definitely very rant-y.)

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it’s so good to be home again

For most of the last three weeks, I’ve been in Rockhampton, filling in at our partner pharmacy up there. I can’t remember the last time I was away from home for so long – maybe when I went to Melbourne several years ago (?) but even then, I was with family, so it wasn’t really like I was away from “home” exactly (only in the literal sense).

I flew back from Rocky on Friday afternoon. That morning, I woke up more than half an hour before my alarm, and I felt wide awake. I was so excited, I just wanted to message people about how excited I was about going home.

I did feel a bit sad about leaving Rocky – still kind of feel a bit sad – but jeez it’s good to be home again.

Since I arrived back, I have:

  • attended the staff Christmas party (Friday night)
  • unpacked and put stuff away
  • done various household chores (laundry, sweeping, etc)
  • caught up with a friend for lunch on Saturday
  • caught up with another friend for dinner on Saturday
  • bought a gift for “secret Santa” (it’s not that last-minute… Besides, I didn’t really get a chance to go shopping in Rocky)
  • visited my uncles/aunts (it was only a brief visit, and only had to go to one house, but still…)
  • made fig and sweet potato truffles (this was a challenge set by a friend/colleague)
  • made pecan pie (recipe courtesy of Campari & Sofa)
  • ironed all my uniforms
  • caught up on some blog reading

And whatever I’ve been doing, I’ve been thinking to myself (and sometimes saying to others) “it’s so good to be home again”.

It’s not that Rocky was a terrible place (it’s actually quite lovely for the most part) but I just missed being in my own home. I missed my usual routine, and knowing where everything is. And, of course, I missed friends and family.

I probably should have gone to bed an hour ago (I start work early tomorrow), but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be on an endorphin high all week because I’m back at my usual pharmacy again. (I’m pretty sure I’ve never been away from the pharmacy for more than two weeks in all the years since I started working there.)

It feels so good to be home again!

high flyer

Just a quick post today because I’m feeling like this is the sort of week that’s going to quickly get away from me. Yes, it’s only Wednesday night here, but I’m already worried that I won’t fit in a post before week’s end if I don’t write one now.

And this isn’t exactly the ideal time to be writing one either. I’m supposed to be up at 5am tomorrow to catch a flight. It’ll be my first work trip. I am ridiculously excited. This one was extremely short notice (only got told this morning) but there are already more planned. Who knew being a pharmacist could involve/require this sort of travel? Well, I suppose you just have to work for the right companies.

Best thing about work trips is having all the expenses and organising sorted by someone else. It’s a great feeling. I don’t even mind that I’m going there for the sole purpose of work (there’ll be no sight-seeing or touristy stuff this time). I’m just excited to actually be able to meet the people in our partner pharmacy and corresponding location.

Ok, ok, really must sleep now … or at least try to…

service please

I’ve taken my time getting around to writing this, but it’s only a few days delayed, so I suppose it’s alright.

The other day I had lunch at Hatch & Co. in Garden City, and, to cut straight to the chase, the service there was amazing. It helped that the food was good too. Definitely going back there again some time!

Having worked in the service industry (in some capacity) for about half of my life now, I understand and appreciate the importance of good service. I reckon I’m more inclined to become a regular at a restaurant with average food but excellent service, than at a place with average service but spectacular food. The friendliness and attentiveness of the staff do a lot for the atmosphere and the vibe of a place.

The only problem, which I suppose is not really a problem, was that I was waiting at their “Please wait to be seated sign” for a while (probably not that long, but I was kind of hungry so that might’ve affected my perception of time), and no one came to seat me. I got a table soon enough, but the reason I said that it’s “not really a problem” is because I also don’t like when you’re just having a quick look at the display menu (often near the “wait to be seated sign”), and you haven’t decided either for or against eating at that particular place, and someone comes up to you (probably while you’re still reading through entrees) and asks if you’d like a table! (Sorry, that was a bit of a convoluted explanation…)

Anyway, everything else was fine – and by fine, I mean perfect. They were polite, they smiled, they took my order promptly, they gave me a glass of water without me needing to ask (and even though I ordered a drink as well), they cleared away dishes in a timely manner, and they kindly enquired about how everything was at some point appropriately in the middle of my meal (it kind of annoys me when people ask how the food is when I’ve only just started eating – or worse, if I haven’t even started eating yet).

What really impressed me – what was the cherry on the proverbial cake was that the waitress who brought the bill to my table told me that I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted. This, in particular, really impressed me because I’ve never had that happen before. Usually they subtly hint that you might want to leave (e.g. by packing up the tables/chairs around you – although this is probably fair enough if you’ve hung around until their closing time) or they don’t say anything at all, and you kind of have to guess if they care about you loitering or not.

I’ve worked in a restaurant before (as a waitress and kitchenhand) but I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about it from the workers’s/business’ perspective. I mean, if you’re working at a restaurant, and people are finished eating, paid their bill, but are just hanging around to chat, you kind of don’t need to really serve them any more, so it’s less work, right? However, it also means that they’re taking up tables that other customers (potentially tipping customers) could come in to use, so you might be losing out. Similarly, from a business perspective, you probably want the place to look full or near capacity, so you probably wouldn’t mind people sticking around unless you desperately needed to usher more customers in – right?

I feel like I’m starting to go off on a tangent…

Hatch & Co. probably weren’t even half-full at the time when I was there, so I’m not sure if this impacted on their offer to let me linger a bit, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t let my overthinking taint this positive experience.

thought of the week

Those who know me in “real life” likely also know that I like my work. Mostly, I like the people I work with; we have an awesome team. I’ve always said (as people were coming and going) that I probably wouldn’t even think about leaving as long as I like the people that I work with.

I could elaborate, but that’s essentially all I wanted to say – mostly that second sentence, actually.