Received an early morning text from my boss (who's well aware of my tendency to bake away my stress) stating "You're going to quit and start a bakery after this. Please see my email first thing. Sorry to lay it on you, but you've got a great knack for delivering bad news and making people feel good about it."
Dude's got jokes. Lucky for him, a good challenge makes me a little giddy. Off to see what awaits me.
I was well warned. Give the man 2 days left to his own devices, and unfortunately a very busy trauma call weekend, and he manages to throw a wrench in the entire week's schedule. Which equates to six rescheduled major surgeries, twice that many minor surgeries, and three full days of clinic patients. My job is to logistically make it all work. He's very lucky to have me. I'm equally lucky he realizes it! ?