I came in to work today coughing, sneezing and with a nose that only Rudolf or the folks in the Niquil commercials would envy. Thankfully, I was given several get-well remedies and should be better by morning….
A can of Red Bull — “It cures colds, see read the fine print” (aka the fine print that is so small NOBODY can read it).
A cigarette, with the claim that it will “dry everything up.” When I argued that it would make my cough worse, the response was, “it’s better for you than weed.”
This is probably true…but how about if I just don’t smoke either?
Not 1 bottle of Boost or 2, but 1 full bottle and one that was half drank with a message, “Here drink this. It will make you feel better. It doesn’t help me at all, but it will you.”
Gee, you shouldn’t have.
At least I know I am cared for — I think?
On another note, I had to set up a cell phone for one of my residents this morning and was so tired I didn’t even bother to correct the operator when he called me Ms. (insert residents last name here)…….4 times. This probably means I need to go home and try again tomorrow — or get fired.
Rachel Karman 