first off, i would like to say that i am pleased at the number of #2 fans that have come out of the woodwork! thanks!
now for the big issue at hand...MONDAYS. why is it that mondays are the most random days at work? i suppose after the relaxing qualities of a good weekend, any return to work is weird. or does the week get weirder as it progresses? who knows, but now i shall relate the random day.
get to work, no boxes! therefore my morning rush of unloading and stocking didn't happen, and i was able to get breakfast (scrambled eggs and sausage biscuit...artery clogging...yum). then i did my charges, as usual. J tells me she got a new tattoo yesterday, and also showed it to me. i just think those things are so painful, but she said it didn't hurt at all. then someone was transferred to me on the phone wanting the stress department, and after i answered, some disgruntled woman began to cuss me out like there was no tomorrow! evidently someone was not pleased with something in her life, and decided to lay it on EVERY hospital employee she could. i transferred her to the nurse, and then after that i heard she cussed out 2 more people before hanging up, making a total of 4 people being cussed out. mind you, i don't like being cussed out, and i tried to interrupt her, but no, she wouldn't let me. (that patient was reported to the big boss for being unruly, and also turns out the patient has heart abnormalities anyway, so wouldn't getting angry aggravate that problem?) then after a bit i got my late morning shipment, did all that, and then somehow it was 12:15! i was so surprised that the morning went by so quickly!
so then in the afternoon, i did my normal scheduling of patients, when 2 of my friends showed up! they just came by to visit, and that made me happy. i showed them around the labs and they thought i was awesome for i was wearing scrubs to work. then they left, and after a while it was time for me to leave too. then the nurses in the back decided to change up the schedule some more, so i ended up having overtime. as i was hanging out in the back with the nurses, another nurse comes in and said someone just coded and passed away in some other department, and that was the first i had heard of anyone coding and dying, so that was a somber moment. then i went back, fixed the schedule, and then left.
so now i'm here typing after a day's work...8 hours plus 30 minutes overtime. i wonder what the rest of the week is going to be like...