Sorry, this is not some sort of announcement, but I started noticing some things that will really give me an edge when Bart and I decide to make the plunge.
I hardly ever get to go to the bathroom in peace. If by chance, I get the opportunity to take that much needed break, I cannot walk the 50 feet to the bathroom without being cornered by someone wanting something from me. I'm sure those people with kids know what this feels like. My bladder has become made of STEEL. I think it's payback for all those times I followed my mom to the bathroom and never gave her some private time.
Speaking of the bathroom, I've mentioned that I share a bathroom with the patients and everyone else on the floor. There is never a time when there is not pee on the seat and/or the floor. And I'm sure you can imagine what the smell is like. Dirty diapers have nothing on me!
People whine and complain to me all the time. I am really good at ignoring it completely by saying "uh-huh" and staring at the computer.
I get as far as heating up my lunch, but I never get to consume it warm. It is usually cold and eaten over the course of an hour and a half, in between interruptions.
By my calculations, the main thing I need to figure out is how my job teaches me about sleep deprivation. But then again, maybe it's best to leave some things for surprises.
