Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Help Desk

What would be the most logical thing to do about me, "having some brain infarct moment?"

I've been forgetting the names of my co-workers, could not find the right word to say at times, and just several mind lapses moment that I could just not figure out how in the world got me into this. I could not afford to have some kind of neurological issues, especially what half of my brain is telling me. Maybe, just maybe, I am lacking the vitamins that I need. Water perhaps? exhaustion? I would stare at the books that is sitting on my bedside table, and would memorize the entire story in my head, hoping that mental exercise would help. It's a recent memory, so it helps. Anyway, I will not divulge into this, as of yet. I don't want to see my husband upset inquisitive face when I don't feel good--- like a PMS headache or a simple flu like symptoms. I have to endure the pain without complaining. I've set the rules that I must not complain in front of him about health stuff. It is more heartbreaking to see your partner looking at you like a crazy fool, trying to analyze how bad your symptoms were, and wished that he'd rather have it than me. Couldn't even complain about how busy work is, because he had mention it to me once, that if only he can help me do half of my job at work to ease my load. Thoughtful. Arghh!
So for now, to divert me from thinking untoward health crap, I will for now, continue my saga by blogging. At least, when I become a mentally challenged old fart, I would simply go to my web page,and read all about me. LOL. And who knows, someday, like in 300 years, there will be a bazillionaire moron, that is looking for something to spend their spare change, and would read and publish my enigmatic piece of junk work, and my great great to the 10th degree relative will be proud of me. And I will become NOT famous in 25 AD.bwahahahahahahaha!

For the best part, I had a good shift yesterday. My usual amount of work in one place, is divided in to three in this area. Lurve it. The kicker, new OCD boss came in this morning, and was upset because there was a spill somewhere in the coffee machine and hasn't been cleaned. He, I must emphasize, verbalized that he made sure that lounge room was re-organized and clean when he left yesterday, and now, who JUST MADE THE SCHPILLLLLLL?? That cracks me up, almost peed in my pants. Whooaa there, I believe that this is the least problem you're going to tackle at 0630 hrs there big buddy (since when did he he get to be our housekeeper too??lolz). He needs a chill pill and a wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee-bean-no-caffeine-free-allowed-drink-for-you-for-the-entire-day reality there, while me & Billy where having our grand rolling of our eyes, laughing our arse off moment. I guess, I should mention to my boss, that his mother doesn't work there! ROTFL!!!!
Ahhh! I LOVE MY JOB!

"I need NITRO NOW!!!" ~Overhead from a patient that just walked in, in front of an ER registration.

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