Man, I just hate this time of the year. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
One would think that I would love it, being atheistic and all. All of the BS is over until easter.
No, what I hate is the fact that... all of the holiday food is going... going... gone.
No more fudge and assorted candies at every nursing station. No more egg nog on the store shelves.
The fruit basket in the department holds a sorry assortment of bruised apples and suspiciously wrinkled oranges.
The free stuff is gone. Back to crackers and water.
O'well. I guess that I've had my fill.
On a lighter note, I've been losing about a pound a week. Yep. Simply by not eating the two big sweet rolls every morning that I work. Been doing that for years now, and I decided to quit.
Additionally, I've noticed that I'm just better-lookin' in general.
Or maybe not.
Busy night last night. Crummy days sleep, too. Really really tard today.
Saturday night, two early-twenties guys got beat up and showed up in our ED. One of them was a real jerk, and it was easy to see what had transpired... but anyway, I was in the room when the cops asked them if they wanted to press charges, and these guys were like, "No, man, we'll handle this ourselves!" So I fully expect to see them back with knives or bullets in them some day soon. Some people never learn.
Did I mention that I was tard? Thought so...