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So... Last Monday at the hospital was exciting in a completely non-exciting way. My job as a Candy Striper (and yes, before you ask, we do have to wear those cute little striped jumpers) is to take a post-op (post operation, of course) patient's family to their room. Sometimes I take the family to a consultation room so that they can speak to the doctor... so I spend four hours every Monday in complete boredom.
Well, last Monday I was just returning from a trip to the Recovery room when I hear shouting from the Surgery Waiting Room that I sit in and wait for something to do. So I peer in the door and see every single person waiting in there swiveled around in their chairs, staring at the scene unfolding at the desk that I share with two other volunteers, Lois and Paulie, both of whom are elderly old ladies who are completely sweet and shockingly racist (more on that later).
There I see a man in a stretched-out, gray stained T-shirt and faded blue jeans yelling at Lois and Paulie. I bite my lip and briefly consider just turning around and waiting around for this crazy man to leave. But I know I can't just leave my other volunteers alone so I gird my loins and the like and walk to my seat at the desk.
The man, for the most part, ignores me. He keeps leaning down to Paulie's face and yelling incomprehensibly. Finally, I catch, "Maybe if you knew how to do your jobs, you'd get paid and wouldn't have to be volunteers."
Seriously. This guy was out of his mind. I think he might have been high... his eyes were all bloodshot.
But eventually he just stopped yelling and walked away. I thought Paulie was very brave because even when Crazy Man was screaming in her face, she just laughed and tried to calm him down.
Blah.
On a sadder note, Macy, my sister's dog, gave birth on Thursday... While I was home alone. I walked outside to check on her and I found a dead puppy with flies all over it. I've never seen a dead pet before, let alone a cute little puppy. I started crying and called my mom and asked what I was supposed to do to help Macy... It was actually very frightening. I thought all the puppies were going to die... It was awful. Within five minutes, Stephen (my sister's husband), my grandmother, and my mom were all at the house.
She ended up having seven in all, including the one that died first. The next day, the runt died. So now there are only five puppies. I hope none of you guys ever have to deal with that. I know I never want to again. I don't deal well with that kind of thing. At least these puppies are all healthy.
Anyway, I've got to go. Talk to you all soon!
Well, last Monday I was just returning from a trip to the Recovery room when I hear shouting from the Surgery Waiting Room that I sit in and wait for something to do. So I peer in the door and see every single person waiting in there swiveled around in their chairs, staring at the scene unfolding at the desk that I share with two other volunteers, Lois and Paulie, both of whom are elderly old ladies who are completely sweet and shockingly racist (more on that later).
There I see a man in a stretched-out, gray stained T-shirt and faded blue jeans yelling at Lois and Paulie. I bite my lip and briefly consider just turning around and waiting around for this crazy man to leave. But I know I can't just leave my other volunteers alone so I gird my loins and the like and walk to my seat at the desk.
The man, for the most part, ignores me. He keeps leaning down to Paulie's face and yelling incomprehensibly. Finally, I catch, "Maybe if you knew how to do your jobs, you'd get paid and wouldn't have to be volunteers."
Seriously. This guy was out of his mind. I think he might have been high... his eyes were all bloodshot.
But eventually he just stopped yelling and walked away. I thought Paulie was very brave because even when Crazy Man was screaming in her face, she just laughed and tried to calm him down.
Blah.
On a sadder note, Macy, my sister's dog, gave birth on Thursday... While I was home alone. I walked outside to check on her and I found a dead puppy with flies all over it. I've never seen a dead pet before, let alone a cute little puppy. I started crying and called my mom and asked what I was supposed to do to help Macy... It was actually very frightening. I thought all the puppies were going to die... It was awful. Within five minutes, Stephen (my sister's husband), my grandmother, and my mom were all at the house.
She ended up having seven in all, including the one that died first. The next day, the runt died. So now there are only five puppies. I hope none of you guys ever have to deal with that. I know I never want to again. I don't deal well with that kind of thing. At least these puppies are all healthy.
Anyway, I've got to go. Talk to you all soon!