A Disorganized Day

It was just a disorganized day.  I did not wake up early, but got up, got ready for work, and arrived early.  We are doing a silent auction at work, and I set out pens before going on to my other work.

We had "tier review" or what other folks might recognize as "treatment team."  You can imagine: this is a gathering of treatment staff who meet to discuss certain patients and what the  needs, deficits, future plans, and current status, etc.  are.

I like a tier review in which we discuss the listed patients, stay on topic, and then, discuss other patients any individual on the panel wants to bring up.  Today, mostly because this was our new provider's first meeting, we had a lot of back and forth, interjection, tangentiality and talking about two or more patients at once. We kept trying to get back on track. It was okay, but I felt overwhelmed by "information overload" and I know these patients.  I can imagine the new provider, who is learning the patients, was really overwhelmed.

Midday, I went to the NASW CEU lunch meeting.  The helpers I usually have to coordinate the meeting were unable to attend today.  However, I was set up to sign people in.  We had a small RSVP number, and I was not concerned.  We started the meeting, and after it was started, I was overwhelmed with late attendees. I had to ask for more food, and was unable to get everyone to sign in.  At the start and end of the meeting, I asked people to be sure to RSVP, but it seems to fall on deaf ears, but for few.  Of the 42 social workers and social work students in the room, only our intern got up and asked to help.  Part of that was my fault, because when my coworkers and the members who I might have called upon to help showed up, all was calm and orderly.

Tonight was the Barnes and Noble Mystery Book Club night.  We often meet at a restaurant for dinner, prior to the meeting.  We did not tonight.  A former Lubbock resident and his co-author (one of two others) was at B&N for a book signing for their mystery, A Thin Slice of Life by Miles Arceneaux (their pen name), which we are going to read for our January meeting. Because of the book signing, we did not go to dinner.   So, I went home from work, ate, and felt at loose ends before I went to the book club. 

I was not really at loose ends. Sake helped me to eat the chicken part of my dinner. I read the newspaper, did the various games in the newspaper that I usually do, and looked some stuff up on the computer. 

But, for Mystery Book Club night, the schedule was changed. I am such a creature of habit, that the changed schedule made me uncomfortable. 

It turned out that I know the mother of one of the authors from one of my other book clubs. So, she gave me some background about her son and the book.  Two of three authors joined our book club (the third author was at another book signing elsewhere) and talked about the book, the creation of the book, the publication process, and lots of other stuff.  

Afterwards, we talked about the book we read for November, The Baker Street Letters by Michael Robertson, and discussed our plans for our Christmas meeting.  

It happens.  Nothing was quite routine, quite in step today.  Nothing was bad.  But, I am such a creature of routine, I feel it when the routine changes.