It's Sunday afternoon. I'm at home, and I'm catching up on paperwork. I should probably go to the hospital and see some patients, but I can't seem to get motivated. I'm really sick of working every weekend. This weekend, in addition to working, I'm also on call. It's yucky.
I went with Wyndi to a swing dance class last night, and I was asked to leave by the other dancers because my phone kept ringing. I tried to explain that I'm on call, but they didn't seem to care. I stood outside on the corner of Morningside and Central waiting for the class to end. A Ford Bronco with tinted windows pulled up and then drove away. I believe they thought I was a male prostitute. Actually, I could use the money.
I leave on Wednesday morning for Guatemala. I can't wait. I'm not so excited about the trip or about the sites or any of that stuff. What really makes me happy is that I won't have to deal with the bullshit from work for a couple of weeks. Have I mentioned that my job has really sucked lately? It has.
Just to be left alone! To have my pager and phone turned OFF. To not have to deal with a sick patient, an irate family member, a nagging nurse, a greedy administrator. To get uninterupted sleep. Yes, I do need this vacation.
2 comments:
Quit whining about your job. Be me for a couple of weeks and you will truly know the meaning of the word "sucks".
your blog is really interesting, mark. sounds like you needed the vacation. still hope to see you in phoenix someday soon. miss you. love aunt alyce
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