' Nobody likes their job... Nobody got enough sleep...' - Ani DiFranco

That is my Nurse and me. We've been friends since New Year's 98/99. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it can be a bad thing, to work with one of your best friends. Today, we suffer together.


No pics for this one, kiddels. Sorry- I'm at work. And I should probably be working right now. But I needed to vent. *deep breath in, sigh it out* I'm listening to Bach right now. The Best of Bach to be exact. It calms me. Or I like to think it does a close enough job at calming me. I picked it up at the K-Mart while buying lightbulbs one day. First thing this morning my boss comes over to my desk and asks how I am. I tell her I'm here. And that my ears hurt today. And that if they continue to hurt I will call in tomorrow because I cannot answer the Godforsaken phone if my ears hurt. And she then tells me that yeah, I look like I don't feel good today. Now, what kind of shit is that? Is that some sort of sympathetic insult? I look great today, as great as any girl can in scrubs. Then I have a patient in the office telling me that she's sorry for calling me so many times over the last several days. See, this is a prime example of how saying your sorry fixes nothing. She still called 15 times in 3 freaking days! You can't give me that time back! You can't take the stress back! And so I smile and say, oh you're no bother. Then there's my Doctor. He hasn't actually done anything today to piss me off yet, but I've only been here for and hour and 41 minutes today so far. I will sit here from my desk and take joy in looking into his office and squishing his head between my fingers. And the phone rings on. Now, I ask you- if you needed a prescription called in, wouldn't you have the number you want it called into ready when you're on the phone with the poor bastard that has to do this for you? Oh wait, the poor bastard is me, but poor bitch somehow doesn't sound right. I have come to realize that the phone is so not the best invention since pockets. In fact, I am on the phone so much at work that I keep my personal phone turned off until sometime after nine. I just can't take it! Sometimes I don't even listen to my iPod! Thats when you know I've had the day from hell. Hmph- hell. I think my personal hell would be to relive working at the DMV over and over for all eternity. Except that instead of talking to people at the desk, I have to use the phone to communicate. A headset. And they don't speak English. But I still do. Maybe they will speak hell-gremlin or something. I believe in heaven and hell, but I don't think everyone gets to go to either of them. I think there are a great number of people being reincarnated. I can easily tell you that my life lately has clearly been based on some type of harm I have done to mankind in my past life. To make point: I did work at motor vehicles for 5 fucking years. If that isn't atonement for crimes of a life forgotten, I don't know what is. Only slightly more enjoyable is the desk I sit at now. Slightly. Okay, back to work. These charts aren't going to disappear if I just keep looking at them with resentment.