burning down the charge nurse
Let them melt
Let them fire
Let them burn
So just when I thought I had nothing to blog about...
It's not an idle I'm not gonna blog anymore threat. (So stop rolling your eyes.) It was more the thought of when my life isn't consumed with nursing school anecdotes in 8 days, what will be left? "Today I drove the kids to school." Ok, that's beyond hilarious. I'd have to like drive them to school topless while talking on my cell phone and drinking a beer and force things to happen. You get what I mean.
Nothing to blog home about has happened in the past few days. Although I did see cute Wild Oats guy TWICE today (thank you Sammy for keeping your mouth shut)...once because I had to buy something for the work potluck, and once because Kortney forgot eggs (thank you, Kortney) so the just-an-interns got to go to Wild Oats for 2 dozen huevos, more coffee than we could carry, and candles for Kim's orgasmic organic birthday cake (purchased on my first W.O. run).
Anyway...
UNMH just went smoke-free last night at midnight. I think it's possible they just figured out that smoking is bad for you. You can still smoke, however, 50 feet away at the College of Nursing until August 1st, though. They haven't figured it out yet.
But smoking in our breakroom apparently is NOT illegal, because as Kim was blowing out her candles, her hair fell into the candles and caught on fire. Like sizzling hair of flames fire. It was like a Harry Potter movie, as is the fact that all 4 of my patients are in room 455, which apparently is haunted by a ghost (I believe is living in the toilet) from when our floor was a med/surg unit over 20 years ago.
And that is a whole nother blog. See? At least one more thing to write about.
Note to anyone with a myspace or the like account: do not post 7 pages of titty pictures of yourself in various stages of cladness (or non-cladness) and expect that people will not find them. Cuz chances are, your bosses and a bunch of your co-workers are sitting in the newborn nursery at 3 in the morning wondering why the hell you keep taking the same picture of your rack and posting it. AND, having the all-time badass charge nurse see the cutesy "here's me having fun at work in the nursery" pictures is so not cool. My cell phone is in my locker, btw.
Quote of the night: "Yeah, anyone can be sexy after 10 beers and 3 tequila shots." ---one of the nurses looking at the pictures. I wonder what they say about me when I'm not at work.
Let them fire
Let them burn
So just when I thought I had nothing to blog about...
It's not an idle I'm not gonna blog anymore threat. (So stop rolling your eyes.) It was more the thought of when my life isn't consumed with nursing school anecdotes in 8 days, what will be left? "Today I drove the kids to school." Ok, that's beyond hilarious. I'd have to like drive them to school topless while talking on my cell phone and drinking a beer and force things to happen. You get what I mean.
Nothing to blog home about has happened in the past few days. Although I did see cute Wild Oats guy TWICE today (thank you Sammy for keeping your mouth shut)...once because I had to buy something for the work potluck, and once because Kortney forgot eggs (thank you, Kortney) so the just-an-interns got to go to Wild Oats for 2 dozen huevos, more coffee than we could carry, and candles for Kim's orgasmic organic birthday cake (purchased on my first W.O. run).
Anyway...
UNMH just went smoke-free last night at midnight. I think it's possible they just figured out that smoking is bad for you. You can still smoke, however, 50 feet away at the College of Nursing until August 1st, though. They haven't figured it out yet.But smoking in our breakroom apparently is NOT illegal, because as Kim was blowing out her candles, her hair fell into the candles and caught on fire. Like sizzling hair of flames fire. It was like a Harry Potter movie, as is the fact that all 4 of my patients are in room 455, which apparently is haunted by a ghost (I believe is living in the toilet) from when our floor was a med/surg unit over 20 years ago.
And that is a whole nother blog. See? At least one more thing to write about.
Note to anyone with a myspace or the like account: do not post 7 pages of titty pictures of yourself in various stages of cladness (or non-cladness) and expect that people will not find them. Cuz chances are, your bosses and a bunch of your co-workers are sitting in the newborn nursery at 3 in the morning wondering why the hell you keep taking the same picture of your rack and posting it. AND, having the all-time badass charge nurse see the cutesy "here's me having fun at work in the nursery" pictures is so not cool. My cell phone is in my locker, btw.Quote of the night: "Yeah, anyone can be sexy after 10 beers and 3 tequila shots." ---one of the nurses looking at the pictures. I wonder what they say about me when I'm not at work.
posted by jill at 01:24
2 Comments:
ok...all i can really say about that whole night is it was completely crazy! i don't know if it was the people that we worked with or our charge nurse...but everything about the night was just bizarre. i can't believe that her hair caught on fire and i wasn't there! i just had to run to what i thought was a patient scream from down the hall! :) oh...and we can't forget the blunt comments coming from sandee in the break room! "chicken" :) anyways...the night was extremely fun up until about 3am...then people just became bitchy. it was almost exactly like a drunken party! hmmm...perhaps those coffee mugs from wild oats weren't empty... ;) it is definitely an awesome night everytime i work with you! cheers...to more of these nights ahead! :)
"chicken" might have been the single funniest thing sandee has ever said. fuck.
yeah, saturday nights are like slumber parties. i love working with you, too. you better sign on there in august or i'm gonna tie you up to the blanket warmer and not let you leave. ever.
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