Going to the Doctor

And I’m gonna get a catscan of my brain.

Probably not but you never know. I do have an appointment next week and I have a laundry list of things to have looked at. I suppose that’s what happens when one hasn’t been to see a doctor (except for a couple of emergency cases) in twelve years. Or right around there. I can’t even remember exactly the last time I was there.

I’m going to have a rash looked at, a toe fungus and I’ve been getting headaches a lot. Sharon thinks that I have a tumor. Oh, and if there’s time I’ll get a physical. I should practice my head turn and cough.

Looks like I’ll finally be getting a management job at work. It’s only taken six and a half years but who’s really counting? The problem is, the store that they’re pushing me towards is an hour away and up a mountain. That worries both Sharon and I. Right now I don’t think it’ll be a problem but in the winter the roads will be a bitch. And I’ll have to put in at least a year at this store.

I’m still undecided about the job. I want to get into management but I’d prefer something closer. But it could be awhile before something around here opens up. Then there’s the thought that if I pass up this position that my district manager really wants me to take, will she be so receptive of me applying for another one later on? The intrigues of the retail business. One has to play the game to get ahead.