Yaawwn

Louise and some of us girls had had plans to go out to dinner after work, but when I got to work there was a massive lack of afternoon staff and people were being called in or begged to work overtime. Sooo, I ended up working from 0730 to 2230, which for little student me was a long time. I did get both a lunch break and a dinner break, but still. Everything went surprisingly well, too, considering I was working on like six hours sleep. The only thing that went poorly was my handover, for which I was scolded. This little, old nurse flapped her hands at me and said, “No no no! That’s not how you do it! You have to start with their history!” And I was standing there thinking, “For crying out loud woman, they’re eight hours old…” I know I should have been more thorough, but I was dying there and eager to get out. Anyways, I was thrilled to get off and get out. That day I was caring for a patient whose mother had read EVERY book on babies and breastfeeding – every single sentence started with “But my book says…” Trish came and picked me up and we booked it home only to find there was a cockroach massacre in full swing. In the course of three hours they had killed four cockroaches! As if that wasn’t bad enough, Julie was telling me that when she got home that afternoon she walked up to the door and saw a man lying across the doorway, blocking her from opening the door. He was about 50 or so, and when she walked up to him she asked him if he was okay. He just turned his head and looked at her, bared his teeth and let out this long growl…! She yelped and hustled away, called the psych hospital’s security who eventually came and picked him up. Sigh. As wacky as this place is, I still somehow like it.