Black Friday

Last night I dreamed that I was going to gay camp with my college youth minister, and had stoped on the way to make a dash to the grocery store to pick up a carton of smokes. They were 20 bucks, and the grocery store was dirty, and something out of a small town grunge.

Once I got home from filling my pie hole, I didn't feel well. Went to bed quite early, and slept soundly during the night. Although the house is a sty, with a capitol PIG, didn't deter me from going to the black Friday festivities. I did all-right, bought some things for myself, and stood in line at goodwill for nothing. Seriously, the toy sale held on Black Friday has taken a huge DUMP. Don't get me wrong, I got 1 box of legos, and had to grab them from my arch enemy, who implied that I would bite to get them. I would of. Bit her fucking neck off for being such a bitch. But I'm quite over that now. It just seems the quality and quantity of toys has gone down over the years...

The gym was a hoppin place at 10:00 a.m., with enough naked people running around to keep it just that much intersting. The workout somewhat sucked monkey balls, but there is always tomarrow, and I must start pumping iron. That I think I will enjoy.

Of course I work tonight. SHOCK. BLAH BLAH BLAH

Greetings and Salutations from HELL

Greetings and Salutations from purgatory, otherwise known as the VENT UNIT.

The Vent unit is a stoned ICU, usually I'm all over anything stoned, except when I float to a pseudo ICU, where I have no idea what the fuck is going on. This unit, should be closed to only nurses with ICU experience. I have none.

The last time I floated here was circa 2006ish. Roger, the male nurse who successfully got his RN license from a street vender, was working. Somehow, informing him, that I needed to leave the floor at 2300 to return to my unit to be charge, was translated in his mind, that I needed to go home and drink a 6 pack of beer. He SUCKED as a nurse, and his personal skills in relating to others was that of a pissed off ape. Rodger is a verified ASSHOLE.

I inquired about him, indirectly, because I noticed his photo wasn't posted with the rest of the staff. Did a house fall on his head? Did he DIE? Or did Santa finally run over him with his sled. Inquiring minds want to know. What I found out: he works downtown at the clinic because of disaplinary action. I PEED MY PANTS. KARMA is a motherfucker you ASSHOLE! HA HA HA

Of course, now that I successfully snowed my patient, and the crazy guy is sleeping, I'm being moved out onto the floor at 2300. NICE. So another float nurse from methodist, who REFUSES to be on the floor, and DEMANDS to be in a 1:1, can take my place. This requires me to NOT fucking help her at all. FUCK YOU. When did God give you the right, to choose your own assignment.

I was hoping for the night off. PHAT CHANCE.