Nurses get to wear casual clothes to work.
We’re expected to wear scrubs, which are really just professional pajamas. We do get a color choice though, pewter, navy or black.
I shouldn’t complain. Scrubs are comfortable and cheap when you consider how much it costs for a work wardrobe.
AND, you don’t have to tax your brain too much when deciding what to wear every day.
Still. It would be nice to be able to wear normal clothes now and again. Scrubs are not very restrictive – which is why there are a lot of fat people in health care.
I completely lost control over my clinic today.
(And when I say “my” clinic, I mean my doctor’s clinic).
He was overbooked and we had a lot of weird, time-consuming things happen today. Before I knew it, we were an hour behind and suddenly, three rooms needed to be emptied and they all needed something scheduled…
My nurse had to ask for help.
I felt like a failure. I know that sort of thing is par for the course in this line of business.
I’m too hard on myself. I can’t control everything, but damn it, I’m going to try.
… or it was a fluke, one of the two.
A woman at work come up to me yesterday and asked if my hair was one of those curly extensions – it couldn’t be my REAL hair, could it??
I assured her it was.
See. My hair is naturally straight –stick straight. So when it’s curly like this, it’s just weird.
I think I have it figured out. I spray heat protectant on it, then hot roll it, and voila! Curls that last all day and outlast even frigid temps and ice-cold hurricane-like winds.
Not bad, if I say so myself.
I made the IT guy at work shorten my last name to just the first initial of my last name.
It makes me uncomfortable when customers, or in my case, patients, know my last name.
It’s not that I have anything to hide, but what’s to prevent a disgruntled patient from looking me up in the phone book, paying me a visit to my home?
It’s already so easy to find people nowadays, why make it any easier?
I’m sure people at work think I’m paranoid, but I like to think I’m cautious.
You just can’t trust people anymore.
Stop with the negativity – it’s a cancer that spreads and eventually kills any motivation to be a better person.
I’ve seen it firsthand, over the decades that I’ve been working with people. All it takes is one negative person to poison attitudes and murder kindness.
Take charge. Be that one person who offsets sour words with sweet alternatives. Present the other side of the coin – there are always two sides. Train the people around you to judge fairly and offer rational solutions.
Nothing good ever comes from giving up on something you want.
Take a breath, pray, begin again.
Jazz went to court this past Friday.
He pled guilty to rear-ending someone.
He was wearing his jazz ensemble – all in black save for one skinny white tie. I bet the judge was amused.
The judge waived the fine and ordered him to go to defensive driving school.
We would have preferred the fine.
But that’s okay, this might be a good thing. It will teach Jazz the importance of keeping his eyes on the road, and to watch out for crazy drivers.
Because they’re out there in droves.
And they’re distracted, rude and inconsiderate.
You know it’s true.