1 word, two letters

As a new nurse on the neurosurgery unit, I was seen as fresh meat. Nurses eat thier young, and I was fresh prey.

As a new nurse, I answered someones light, and went to the male nurse stating she wants pain medication, and was chewed, spat back out, and chewed again. Learned quite quickly, that this nurse in question had his own way of practicing nursing, and that it would be a long time before I answered his light.

I'm not longer a new nurse.

This morning, I was yelled at for attempting to make "expresso" in the coffee machine at work, and making a mess, which someone cleaned up. Which I apoligised for, but thought was unreasonable-I didn't appreciate it. I wasn't in the mood to deal with petty shit.

I'm going to eventually purchase a pink french press, and FUCK using the coffee maker at work.

I stayed over a half hour this morning, dealing with family shit. I'm SICK of staying over due to a lack of competence, and responsibility of others. Usually I don't write down the over-time, because I figure it washes out in the end. Leave early, stay later, balances till zero.

Fuck that shit.

I added a 1/2 hour over O.T. to my time card.

My boss can pay me the over-time.

Gary invited me over for a movie, Al wants to get together, and it has been days, if not weeks, since I have spent an evening at home, alone.

No.

Two letters, one word.

And I am just not doing it.

Fuck that shit.

And on aside

My A and P instructor from college just messaged me on face book.

Actually, highlight of my day.