slow progress
The firewall at work has placed this site in the "adult" category, so I couldn't access my list of articles that I'd set aside to look up today. I could call the IT people to try to talk some sense into them, but I'm afraid it would generate more problems than it would fix. ("What do you mean, you're working on a school project online? Are you one of our nursing students? What program are you enrolled in? Have you cleared this with Risk Management? We have paramedics that work here? But I thought all ambulance people were volunteer. . . ") And then I'd be stapling an IT specialist to an office chair.
I try to pick my battles.
I made reasonable use of my downtime at work today, though. I got smart at work on Saturday night and printed up a ton of continuing education articles, which are now sitting in my mailbox. When I have time, but don't have access to the internet to work on my professionalism project, I pull out an article and read. By the time I've finished the article, I can usually get online for at least long enough to take the quiz and earn one or two hours' worth of CE. I feel as if I'm wasting my time at work if I'm not getting something else done. And frankly, I run out of small talk with the other medics long before twelve hours is up.

Poking fun at my somewhat obsessive approach to my education, one of the medics compared me to this little guy, who was Foghorn Leghorn's nephew in the old Looney Tunes cartoons. He could usually be seen walking around the barnyard, reading a book .
I try to pick my battles.
I made reasonable use of my downtime at work today, though. I got smart at work on Saturday night and printed up a ton of continuing education articles, which are now sitting in my mailbox. When I have time, but don't have access to the internet to work on my professionalism project, I pull out an article and read. By the time I've finished the article, I can usually get online for at least long enough to take the quiz and earn one or two hours' worth of CE. I feel as if I'm wasting my time at work if I'm not getting something else done. And frankly, I run out of small talk with the other medics long before twelve hours is up.

Poking fun at my somewhat obsessive approach to my education, one of the medics compared me to this little guy, who was Foghorn Leghorn's nephew in the old Looney Tunes cartoons. He could usually be seen walking around the barnyard, reading a book .

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