We are family

I’ve been worrying all weekend about work.

A friend of mine messaged me on Friday to say she’d seen a job ad for the place I work in Preston. When I saw it, I assumed the worst as it was basically for my job!

I needed to speak to them anyway about my hospital review, so managed to ‘book an appointment’ to go over today as I felt it warranted a face to face (masked of course) chat, rather than WhatsApp.

I wasn’t sure how they would take the news that I wouldn’t be back for another few months; not an issue with my other 2 practices who have both said my job is there as soon as I’m ready and able, but I’ve been with them for years.

I should have known better than to worry. This is the place that nominated me for the awards and they’ve reassured me that I’m still very much a part of their ‘work family’.

They said they’d anticipated me being off until June, which is why they’d placed an ad; it’s to cover for me, not replace me. Phew!


As keen as they are to have me back, they’ve requested I only do so when I’m fixed and fit, which makes sense.
I’m so relieved and it’s proved once again that there are good bosses out there.

Today’s blip is of the marina in Preston, taken by Mr A while he waited outside for me :-)

DQ x