Life ever gonna get back to normal?
SO! First day back at work! You know what the weirdest smell in the world is? A clean hospital. Like, you know that really heavy, thick smell of sanitation and sterilization when you walk into a dentist/doctor/hospital room? Yeah, it's like that, but ultra worse. And we have tons of paper work to catch up on. But guess what? It seems like the cleaning process done by the CDC left our network down! So now we're just sorta sitting around, eating stuff out of the vending machines that didn't get thrown out (which is totally okay, 'cause I forgot my lunch at home... again).
Speaking of work, I got my check handed to me a few minutes ago. Five freakin' digits, man! Of course, two weeks working non-stop... it adds up. But we really haven't had much to do so far. I've been here about two hours and we've done nothing more than fought each other over who get to tend to the grand total of five people that came in. One of them was mine automatically 'cause I'll be their uncle in the near future. Another was an old veteran who was having a reaction to his medicine and hallucinating. No one wanted to deal with it.
Y'know, I'm not really one for getting headbutted in the face, but somehow it being from my unborn child really doesn't make it seem that bad. Maybe one of them will be born a goat. We'll have to buy a helmet. :P
AND HEY! My father had a biography written about him. :3 I'm reading it now!
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So, um... I think I may have to stop reading your journal comments. They make me pout. And, um, that thing about our possible little boy's name? ... gonna explain that bit any time soon?
... wow, that came across as ... totally not me. D: Sorry... ♥
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AND THAT'S THE END OF MY RAMBLING! Dinobreath left yesterday, Marly arrives tomorrow. :3 What's up with the rest of you kids?
Speaking of work, I got my check handed to me a few minutes ago. Five freakin' digits, man! Of course, two weeks working non-stop... it adds up. But we really haven't had much to do so far. I've been here about two hours and we've done nothing more than fought each other over who get to tend to the grand total of five people that came in. One of them was mine automatically 'cause I'll be their uncle in the near future. Another was an old veteran who was having a reaction to his medicine and hallucinating. No one wanted to deal with it.
Y'know, I'm not really one for getting headbutted in the face, but somehow it being from my unborn child really doesn't make it seem that bad. Maybe one of them will be born a goat. We'll have to buy a helmet. :P
AND HEY! My father had a biography written about him. :3 I'm reading it now!
[Private]
So, um... I think I may have to stop reading your journal comments. They make me pout. And, um, that thing about our possible little boy's name? ... gonna explain that bit any time soon?
... wow, that came across as ... totally not me. D: Sorry... ♥
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AND THAT'S THE END OF MY RAMBLING! Dinobreath left yesterday, Marly arrives tomorrow. :3 What's up with the rest of you kids?