You set your alarm clock for 5pm (you meant to set it for 5am). Your roommate is considering waking you, but the last time she did that, you were a little bit sassy.
So she spends 45 minutes trying to decide if waking you up is a good idea or certain death. It’s almost 6am by the time she has worked up the courage to do this…
Needless to say, you’re running late. But first…coffee.
You dash into Starbucks, clearly in a hurry. The woman in front of you orders an elaborate beverage. FOR EACH ONE OF HER 12 COWORKERS.
You arrive at the hospital only to find that your work BFF is out sick. In her place is the nurse who hates people, her job and possibly even puppies. Reality sets in:
After a quick tantrum in the restroom, you’re finally ready to see your first patient.
This is your first patient:
And this is your second patient. She would like you to know that she’s a very big deal.
You’re hoping the new guy can handle it…
He can’t.
But it’s cool. It’s not like you’ve been waiting to use the restroom for six hours or anything…
THEN, somebody mentions that there’s cake in the break room.
Things are finally looking up, only…
You’ve missed it, although you’re just in time to watch your coworker eat the burger her boyfriend hand-delivered.
You check your work bag for food and a boyfriend. You have corn nuts.
And that’s when you remember you have charting left to do.
By the time you’re ready to clock out, you’re a shell of a person. But passing by your patients, you get this:
And this:
And this:
So by the time you reach the door, you’re feeling more and more like this:
And things are pretty okay.
This article was republished with permission from SCRUBS Magazine.