I end my shift sobbing into my hands curled into a half-ball in my car. I'm literally crying incoherently when I dial the Baby's number and I have to force myself calm down before she can remotely understand what I'm trying to say through my excessive blubbering.
I'm not a pansy, I can take more than a few hits with more grace than I care to brag about. But just because someone gets worked like a dog doesn't give them any remote right to be a bitch to anyone. Let alone towards a little newbie nurse just trying to be nice and making her run to her car to cry incoherently for 20 minutes because she's scared to drive in tears and risk getting into an accident.
Poop.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
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