I know that I look much younger than I actually am. I will thank good genes for this fact. I will also chalk it up to the fact that I eat a very healthy very organic diet, I drink lots of water and I have the best skin care specialist on the planet.
As we all know, the past few weeks I have been working at the hospital as a temporary employee. Or maybe you didn't know that? If you didn't actually know that, you do now. However, if you were thinking of having an accident here in Salt Lake and having them rush you to the University Hospital so that I could greet you at the Emergency Room you're a day late. I am no longer working there. Remember, temporary assignment.
I'm off now to do bigger and better things. What those are will be revealed in good time.
Let's revisit my few weeks at the hospital, though, just for a moment.
One of the reasons I took the temporary assignment at the hospital was to meet new people. While I have been meeting some very wonderful folks here in Salt Lake, I will be the first to tell you that I spend the majority of my days working from home. Alone. And that solitary existence can make a girl just a tad batty. When your only conversation that you have in an entire day is with Buddha and Stella and it consists of telling Stella to please stop dropping that slimy tennis ball on your laptop for the one thousandth time and asking Buddha to please stop barking at every leaf that falls from the tree, well, yes, the idea of working at a hospital where you might actually have a conversation about something other than dog food, tennis balls and leashes sounds pretty darn appealing.
What I didn't expect to find at the hospital were all those cute boys.
And I do mean BOYS.
It turns out that there are lots of boys that are employed by the hospital for a variety of reasons. Not just as doctors. But as nurses and aides and messengers and nutritionists and, well, the hospital employs over 10,000 people. A lot of them are boys!
Now, of course, most of them are married and Mormon. Or if not married, they're still Mormon and hoping to be married very soon. Believe it or not, in Salt Lake asking someone if they are LDS is actually a very common question in your every day conversation. There's no secret society handshake (or maybe there is, but I haven't witnessed it), but people actually do ask you directly if you're a member of the church.
Even with all those married, Mormon boys (19 year old married Mormon boys!!) working up there at the hospital, there were still a lot of unmarried non-Mormon boys.
I think I managed to meet them all.
It wasn't my intention to do so, honestly. It just kind of happened. I spent a lot of time at the hospital in all departments. So I really did get to know everyone. And let's face it. I'm a gregarious girl. I will, absolutely, talk to anyone. Especially if they speak to me first.
There was this boy.
He spoke to me.
A lot.
He may have also found me in the cafeteria a time or two or fifteen.
To share lunch.
Tonight he took me out to dinner.
And other things.
He's 22.
I'm older than his mother, I learned.
I thought he was older than he is.
He's never asked me how old I am.
I think he thinks I'm much younger than I am.
I will tell him if he asks.
He really is just a boy!
