I am having a frustrated day. Mainly because I am getting really irritated with not actually being able to work. And no one seems to understand how horrid that is. Everyone is all “you should be excited, you are getting paid to do nothing.” But the catch is unlike the majority of people in the world I actually like my job. And I have not worked now in over 2 months. And yes I am getting paid, but I have to actually be at the hospital and stand in the ICU and I am not allowed to do anything. Let me stress that, I can’t chart, turn patients, co-sign anything, or check medications. Nothing. Do you have any concept of how retarded you feel when you are standing at the nursing station and people are asking you for help or IV pumps are alarming and I can’t do anything about it? It absolutely fucking sucks. If I was just off at least I could tour around and see the sights or go on a trip to Singapore or something. I would also like to ask one thing. How on earth do all of you people deal with working weekdays and then just having two days off? It is awful, you are all nuts.
So needless to say I am in a state today and so I decided to have pasta for supper. God knows why, I never make pasta, if I am going to have pasta I usually have it when I am in a restaurant. It is the whole not eating a lot of carbs thing. And to boot, I made tomato sauce. Now I would just like to say here, that I have not made tomato sauce, even just poured it out of a jar, in years. I am not even really sure I like tomato sauce and I only ever eat it when I am at someone else’s house, so Lord knows what possessed me to make this today.
Anyways, you know how I have to wear white. Who am I kidding of course you know. Last week I found these long sleeved white cotton shirts at the gap that I can wear under my scrubs. They are great, considering it is freezing in the ICU and I am not allowed to wear the lab coat they gave me. Don’t ask why, I cannot explain this to you. So of course when I got home from work, I took off my scrubs but left on the white shirt that was underneath them. So basically as I am unscrewing the lid off the sauce, because who are we kidding, I wasn’t going to make that shit from scratch, I am thinking to myself, “I should really change my shirt or I will get tomato sauce on it. Meh, I will do it after I pour this sauce into the pot.” Well I must be three shades of stupid, because of course I sprayed it down the front of my shirt which then involved my cursing really loudly and peeling of my clothes as I walked the half mile hallway down to my room, not taking into consideration the fact that I don’t live alone. Not that my roommate would have cared anyway. I didn’t even put a different shirt on, I just grabbed the bleach and went into the bathroom to attempt to scrub the red out of what was once a pristine white shirt.
Now for those of you playing the home game, I would just like you to note that when I changed out of my scrubs, I definitely put on my favourite brown cargo pants, which are admittedly 2 sizes too large for me and I really need to get them taken in, but I love them and I am stubborn and feel that I can make do with a belt. So I am in the bathroom half naked trying to scrub the tomato out of my shirt. I have the water running and sink full and I am furiously working at it, all the while talking to myself. Fort those of you who know me, talking to myself is something I do frequently. Along with dancing in grocery store lines, but I swear that one is hereditary. So needless to say, I grabbed the bleach and poured a little on my shirt and managed to get it down the leg of pants. Are you even kidding me?!?! What on earth is the matter with me today. So I take off my pants and madly run them under water in an attempt to not completely destroy them. I should also mention at this point, I am in my underwear, in the bathroom with the door open and I am really pissed at myself, so the talking to myself is becoming much louder and angrier. My roommate must think I am completely losing it.
So, to make a long story short. This is the end result.
My shirt is once again pristine and my pants are ruined. And I hate to say it, but lets be honest, I will probably still continue to wear them.
So I tried to preoccupy myself, but no matter how many times I look at the gorgeous pictures of Winterlude that my friend took or how many people I show the picture that my sister sent me of her goldfish, you can actually see its face, pretty cool, I am still a little bit cranky. And, now all I really want to do, because I am irritated, is watch Veronica Mars. I absolutely completely love her, as some of you are very aware of. And I have no idea why on earth I do not own this tv series but I can tell you right now that I absolutely refuse to pay 35 dollars a season to buy it off itunes. I am sure I can find it cheaper somewhere else, I will just have to get it shipped to me. So I decided to try and reread the Hunger Games for the 15 hundredth time (that might be a slight exaggeration) but I couldn’t focus.
Hence forth, the end result is that I watched this movie called It’s Kind of a Funny Story, which didn’t make me feel any worse and because I sat still for 2 hours to watch it, I didn’t do anything else stupid for the day.