mmmm….rain
maybe they’ll cancel the fireworks tonight.
and then maybe they’ll reschedule them to a night when I’m not working, so I can go see them with friends.
and maybe, just maybe, my boys can hold ‘em….and maybe I’m a chinese airline pilot.
maybe they’ll cancel the fireworks tonight.
and then maybe they’ll reschedule them to a night when I’m not working, so I can go see them with friends.
and maybe, just maybe, my boys can hold ‘em….and maybe I’m a chinese airline pilot.
“we’re still here.”
my response: “yep.” I should’ve said instead: welcome to the club.
“well, there’s no reason why we should have to wait so long.”
a couple things here, jackass:
1. You’re not even the goddamned patient.
2. The patient has a CUT on his FINGER. It is NOT bleeding.
3. Things are seen first in order of emergency, second in order of appearance.
4. I realize the patient needs a shot. But there are others here in front of you that need emergency care.
5. you’re a jackass.
6. if you complain to me again, I’m taking all of my night’s frustration out on you, rather than on my blog.
Ok, so there’s a couple of people here who are, as we term them in the workplace, “frequent fliers”, they are here at least every weekend, sometimes more often. They are hideously dumb, and are very very irritating.
you know that they’re idiots when at 4 AM in the morning, the 2 year old that’s been up all night is more quiet running around than they are.
Just seriously. shut the hell up.
and as for these people who are complaining because it’s been 3 and a half hours, I’d suggest taking the complaints to the state law system that allows people to have multiple infractions for drunken driving, and then graciously gives them the ability to drive on the road, injuring the entire carful of friends.
the fact that I’m exhausted doesn’t help, and that I can’t concentrate on reading(due to the aforementioned idiots), and I just don’t have the patience for this job anymore.
trust me. Whatever these patients feel, and however much they don’t want to be here…I feel a thousandfold. That’s right…I don’t want them to be here a thousand times more than they don’t want to be here.
awareness is overrated.
nice to know that bob geldof(y’know, the talentless hack who doesn’t have any fame so he has to keep bringing these things back to get the public’s attention) has said he is “confident world leaders will listen to the call to tackle poverty in Africa”
good job, geldof. turns out that even before your publicity whoring event for low wattage stars, the world leaders had already brought forward ideas to cancel a buttload of debt for these nations.
how does it feel bob, to be completely and utterly extraneous to any important world happening?
sorta like your recording career.
ahh….I love how in the space of one hour, the situation goes from “late for work” to “life threatening.”
12:30-
“When is she going to be called? She’s late for work, and we’ve been here a while. What? 5 people ahead of us? Is there some way to speed up the process? Because she’s gotta get to work.”
01:30-
“When’s she going to be called back? There’s two people ahead of her? This is horrible. I don’t care if there was a 5 person car accident brought in by ambulance! She had gastric bypass surgery, and if she dies because of this, I’m suing this place for all its worth!”
01:35-
the two walk out the door. The guy looks back and says “I hope you have a real good morning.”
Listen asshat. Some mild abdominal pain, if she’s lasted 5 hours already, isn’t going to kill her. Secondly, if you want to sue this place, go right fucking ahead. If you think I’ve got ANYTHING invested emotionally or intelligently in this shithole of a company, then you are sadly mistaken. Threatening me with a lawsuit ain’t going to do jack. In fact, it’ll just piss me off more. When a serious accident comes in, your mild abdominal pain is just going to have to wait, just like the people who need stitches, who need constant refilling of ice packs, and who need gauze for non-stop bleeding, WHILE THEY WAIT.
if they have to wait, you can fucking wait. or you can threaten me and walk out the door, making your statements ultimately meaningless.
pansy.
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