piasharn: (Flying Spaghetti Monster)
Do you ever have those days when the alarm goes off, and all you want to do is shut the damn thing off and go back to sleep, because you just know it's going to be a craptastic day?

Yeah, that's how I felt last night when I got up to go to work. Plus, it turned out that my intuition was right; we got slaughtered. If it had just been the ER ordering exams, we could have kept up, but we also had exams in the ICU, the OR, and on the floor. That were all STAT. And were all ordered within minutes of each other. I swear, the phone was ringing every five minutes with RNs wanting to know why such and such wasn't done yet. Guh.

Then the other tech took off a bit after ten o'clock, and when I tried to point out that his shift is supposed to be until eleven-thirty, he just gave me some vague b.s. about not wanting to stay that late. If we were slow, I'd have no problem with that, but when you've got x-ray and CT exams piled up, it's a pretty shitty thing to do. I mean, come on. This is the thanks I get for helping teach him how to do CT exams?

But I digress.

So I woke up, got ready for work, and headed out to my car, still wishing the entire time that I could just curl up in bed and go back to sleep. When I got to my car, I saw a piece of paper tucked under the windshield wipers, and, grumbling about stupid ads and the paper that they waste printing that crap, I pulled it out.

It wasn't an ad at all:

Praise his Noodly Goodness!


It made me smile.

So, thank you to the Pastafarian in San Diego that left that for me. It brought a much needed bit of cheer to a crazy, crazy night. I shall have a glass of grog for you on Friday.
piasharn: (Flying Spaghetti Monster)
Do you ever have those days when the alarm goes off, and all you want to do is shut the damn thing off and go back to sleep, because you just know it's going to be a craptastic day?

Yeah, that's how I felt last night when I got up to go to work. Plus, it turned out that my intuition was right; we got slaughtered. If it had just been the ER ordering exams, we could have kept up, but we also had exams in the ICU, the OR, and on the floor. That were all STAT. And were all ordered within minutes of each other. I swear, the phone was ringing every five minutes with RNs wanting to know why such and such wasn't done yet. Guh.

Then the other tech took off a bit after ten o'clock, and when I tried to point out that his shift is supposed to be until eleven-thirty, he just gave me some vague b.s. about not wanting to stay that late. If we were slow, I'd have no problem with that, but when you've got x-ray and CT exams piled up, it's a pretty shitty thing to do. I mean, come on. This is the thanks I get for helping teach him how to do CT exams?

But I digress.

So I woke up, got ready for work, and headed out to my car, still wishing the entire time that I could just curl up in bed and go back to sleep. When I got to my car, I saw a piece of paper tucked under the windshield wipers, and, grumbling about stupid ads and the paper that they waste printing that crap, I pulled it out.

It wasn't an ad at all:

Praise his Noodly Goodness!


It made me smile.

So, thank you to the Pastafarian in San Diego that left that for me. It brought a much needed bit of cheer to a crazy, crazy night. I shall have a glass of grog for you on Friday.

July 2012

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