So..I'm at work. And the bookeeping worked out again today! I'm getting the hang of it, and it feels good. I even woke up kind of on time today, which always helps. Dr. C came in and asked me to be sure and stay until 5:00 everyday, and I felt really bad. I was under the impression that if I went ahead and printed out receipts for the last patients, I could go ahead and go (that's what I was told by the other receptionists). I had been leaving at 4:40ish...which, let's be honest...makes the traffic SO much more bearable. Anyway, he was super nice about it....but I just beat myself up over things like that. I never want to look like I'm trying to get out of working, you know? But I explained to him what I had been told and I think it's just fine. I'm just THAT person who hates doing anything not just right. Blehh.
On a different note, I swear all of my friends are expecting babies. First, my friend Carrie and her husband are having a baby in September!
AND...my great friend Jacob and his wife Beth are also expecting! I believe their baby is due in July or August...
I am thrilled for my friends!
Last night I made big progress in my book. I'm about halfway through it! This may sound like I'm trying to be too deep or something, but reading historic books makes you appreciate your life....or at least it should. I am realizing that we are so blessed and fortunate to be able to marry who we choose and at what age we choose. Girls in this time period (the 1500's) were literally married off at the age of 12 or so, and rarely to who they loved. What does a 12 year old know of love anyway? In the Boleyn family's case, they basically used their daughters, Mary and Anne, in every way possible just to get political gain. Parents were usually cold and unfeeling; children were sent away to different courts in Europe at a very young age. And that was the upper-class! Can you imagine what is was like for the poverty-stricken masses in London? When I studied in London, I walked on a street that still had a sewer in the middle of the cobblestone streets from when the people would empty their chamber pots and garbage into the streets. It is just eye-opening. You know you're reading a good book when the author has written so clearly you literally feel like you're there.
Also, I don't think we understand what it would have been like to be ruled by a tyrannical, moody, childish, and rage-filled king, who could literally have you executed at the drop of a hat. Their lives were a constant guessing game as to what would please the king. This was also around the time of Martin Luther, who was promoting spiritual change in Europe, which was completely threatening to the existing Church. If you even had the books of writers like Luther in your home, you could be burned alive at the stake for blasphemy; for daring to believe that you could have a more personal experience with the Lord.
I think reading just opens my eyes as to what we really have. From air conditioning and heat to religious freedom. I'm really thankful for books. In fact, this week I'm getting a new library card so that I can borrow amazing books for free! Now go read! And while you're at at, congratulate all the new parents out there...there must be a baby bug going around :)