day from hell.
this has been a horrible, no good, very bad day. I left work feeling as though the life had literally been sucked out of me through my ears. I feel it would make me feel better if I wrote a few personal notes to certain people I dealt with today. (it also may be slightly entertaining)
Dear Certain Patients on 2SE (the picky eaters, rude people, and crazies):
I really dislike you. All of you. I realize you may have been decieved by the polite smile you recieved from me, and the sincere way in which I asked "was everything okay? is there anything else I could get for you? I have the time". I am instructed to say these things by the hospital. I would really like to inform you that if you are well enough to be hateful to me and bitch about the food, you are well enough to go home. I would like to tell you that I hope your mashed potatoes are cold, your jello is that nasty grape-ish flavor, and your carrots are not done in the middle. and NO you may not have extra salt!! NO one was meant to eat that much salt. you wonder why you're in the hospital, as you dump salt by the truckload onto your food(all brought into your room by me, a packet at a time b/c you "aren't sure...yes, just a few more should do it").
Dear Nurse Who Called Me:
You are an evil woman who has no right being in the healthcare profession. Because of your repeated calls about it being a patient's birthday, I took them a really yummy-looking piece of chocolate cake, with a cute little sign attached saying "happy birthday". I did this on my own, even though it's not part of my job description, only to receive a phone call from you later on. How was I supposed to know the patient was highly allergic to chocolate!! I realize it would appear as though I was trying to poison her on her birthday, but it was an honest mistake, and it's not like she ate the cake anyways. I felt horrible, and brought her a piece of apple pie instead, but did you really have to rub it in that I screwed up?!
Dear Doctors who look at me funny, and talk to me slowly:
I AM NOT RETARDED!! Nor am I ignorant. This is a summer job, I go to college, you are not better than me, so quit looking at me like you are. and do NOT expect me to run up extra peanut butter or pepsi's to your precious little doctors lounge ASAP. it's not an emergency. you get paid enough to go get a drink out of the machine.
Dear white trash evil coworker:
I would like to punch out your three remaining teeth. You are rude, and lazy. It's not my fault that this is your career...and it sucks. Or that you've been here for years and years and are completely burnt out on this job. Quit questioning my ability to perform my job adequately unless you are willing to offer help, advice, or some form of positive criticism. You are a negative human being, and you suck all of the joy from this job.
I feel much better.
Dear Certain Patients on 2SE (the picky eaters, rude people, and crazies):
I really dislike you. All of you. I realize you may have been decieved by the polite smile you recieved from me, and the sincere way in which I asked "was everything okay? is there anything else I could get for you? I have the time". I am instructed to say these things by the hospital. I would really like to inform you that if you are well enough to be hateful to me and bitch about the food, you are well enough to go home. I would like to tell you that I hope your mashed potatoes are cold, your jello is that nasty grape-ish flavor, and your carrots are not done in the middle. and NO you may not have extra salt!! NO one was meant to eat that much salt. you wonder why you're in the hospital, as you dump salt by the truckload onto your food(all brought into your room by me, a packet at a time b/c you "aren't sure...yes, just a few more should do it").
Dear Nurse Who Called Me:
You are an evil woman who has no right being in the healthcare profession. Because of your repeated calls about it being a patient's birthday, I took them a really yummy-looking piece of chocolate cake, with a cute little sign attached saying "happy birthday". I did this on my own, even though it's not part of my job description, only to receive a phone call from you later on. How was I supposed to know the patient was highly allergic to chocolate!! I realize it would appear as though I was trying to poison her on her birthday, but it was an honest mistake, and it's not like she ate the cake anyways. I felt horrible, and brought her a piece of apple pie instead, but did you really have to rub it in that I screwed up?!
Dear Doctors who look at me funny, and talk to me slowly:
I AM NOT RETARDED!! Nor am I ignorant. This is a summer job, I go to college, you are not better than me, so quit looking at me like you are. and do NOT expect me to run up extra peanut butter or pepsi's to your precious little doctors lounge ASAP. it's not an emergency. you get paid enough to go get a drink out of the machine.
Dear white trash evil coworker:
I would like to punch out your three remaining teeth. You are rude, and lazy. It's not my fault that this is your career...and it sucks. Or that you've been here for years and years and are completely burnt out on this job. Quit questioning my ability to perform my job adequately unless you are willing to offer help, advice, or some form of positive criticism. You are a negative human being, and you suck all of the joy from this job.
I feel much better.