Stuck without my Email

I’m temping this week (and probably next week) downtown in the old building I used to work in while I was at “The Bank”. It feels weird being down in the exact same area I spent 2 ½ years. My first day for this assignment was Friday and instead of going to the 42nd floor as I did for “The Bank”, I have to go to the 7th floor. But without thinking I got off the escalator and walked right over to my old set of elevators. Habit…funny eh?

The office I’m in has very restricted internet access plus I can’t get to my yahoo mail so I’m going crazy!!! Mind you, the computer I’m stationed at is in plain view of EVERYONE, including the guy who arranged my placement, so it’s not like I would be playing games or even visiting some of the fun sites like Go Fug Yourself or Awful Plastic Surgery (thanks Rabs). I have a feeling that for the rest of this week at least (I’m moving to another department on Tuesday – seems they have an admin shortage on their hands) my time will be filled with blog entries and wacky Google searches.

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Things are progressing with my dad. Turns out that instead of sending him to a long term care facility, the “powers that be” think that he is showing vast amounts of improvement since his relocation to Cobourg (from Peterborough where he was for the first month after his heart attack) and they would like him to go to a live-in rehab facility. They believe (as do we) that it’s better to work with him to get him to the place of maximum recovery and then assess what kind of care facility, if any (fingers crossed) he will need at that point.

This is amazingly good news for us. Considering that the doctor told us originally that chances of him waking up from the coma were less than 1% and if by some miracle he did wake up (insert harp music here – one miracle performed!!!) he would only be a shadow of the man he used to be. In their defense, for them to be wrong in their dire diagnosis is better than being wrong in their false optimism.