This weekend at work. Oh. My. God. The anguish. By the end of last night I was ready to gouge my eyes out with a toothpick. A dull toothpick.
Saturday began with, as usual, a plethora of dayshift call-ins. These, I have become used to - it's routine to be at least one CNA short on each hall every Saturday & Sunday. The day before, I'd ended
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