Week 5

This past week, I went back to the clinic after miss the week before because I was at home for fall break. It was good to be back because I am finally somewhat a part of the "team" in medical records. The people there are getting to know me and I'm getting to know them a lot better. This week Ms. Vera said that I looked like a California beach girl, and when I told her I was from an South Padre she told everyone there that she was right. It was pretty funny. I really like going there because the ladies that work there are really sweet and fun to talk to. While I was at home over Fall Break, I was talking to my mom about my volunteer work and told her that I was going to be done with my 10 hours soon, but I think I am still going to go every week. We just talked about the various things that I had done and been around. She said something to me that I thought was interesting. It's kind of the same thing that I talked about in a previous blog, about how you don't know where others are coming from or what they are going through in their lives at that time. My mom said even though I'm only there for 2 hours at a time, I may never know that the little bit of work I did may help someone else's day go more smoothly. I'm just glad that I can help the little bit that I can and I hope that it truly does help those working at the clinic. Sometimes I think that my little bit of work is insignificant in the big picture of things, but if it helps even one person, I think its worth it.

Week 4

Monday was the first day at the clinic that Ford, the man who is normally in charge, wasn't there and it was definitely chaotic. When I first got there, I had to get some paperwork signed so that they could record my volunteer hours. Once I gave the papers to Ashley, I went back to medical records to start filing papers into charts. Ms. Vera is the person in charge while Ford is out of town, so I went up and asked if there was any paperwork needing to be filed. She gave me a large stack, but as I was going through it, none of the charts were on file. Every single number had been pulled and wasn't there. It was extremely frustrating. I gave them back to Vera and told her that none of them were on file, and she realized that she had given me the wrong stack and that those numbers weren't even in the room I was working in. At first I was really annoyed by that, but as I though about it, I realized that it was a simple mistake and there was no reason for me to upset about something that minor. I got two more large stacks of paper, and all of the charts were on file. There were so many things to file I wasn't able to finish in the 2 hours that I was there. Something else kind of shocked me when I was there this week. Ms. Vera asked me how many hours I had done and if I was almost done with my time. I told her that I was over halfway done with my minimum of 10 hours, but I was going to continue to volunteer. She just kind of looked at me like I was crazy. She said that their jobs are boring, and didn't understand why I would want to continue if my hours were up. Her statement about her job being boring bothered me because I want to have a job that I love. My dad has always told me that if you're doing what you love, you'll never work a day in your life. I really like that saying and I hope that one day I will feel like my job is what I love. If I become a veterinarian, I will hopefully be doing what I love for the rest of my life.