Time Travel...

I have to ask you...

If you are a person who consistently runs late, is your time more valuable than mine? Do you know what I mean?
If you are supposed to say, show up at one o'clock, but don't in fact arrive until 1:30, secure in the knowledge that I will be at work until 2, does that make it okay? Even if on this particular day I had planned to leave a few minutes early to attend my daughter's play?

How about if you are supposed to BEGIN work at 7am, and I am coming in at 7:30. Should we even be in the locker room at the same time? Because I'm not sure, but it seems to me that unless, there is some sort of weird time warp, you shouldn't be putting on lipstick, with your purse still out and your locker open thirty minutes after your shift began.

How about meals...Do you seriously think that you are entitled to breakfast every morning at 8am, after beginning your day at not 7am, but 7:30?

And lunch. Seriously? You need lunch every day at 11:30, or you just get cranky? That's very interesting. I learned in the first 30 minutes of nursing that breaks may technically be legally required, they may not happen. I had that lesson reinforced on Tuesday when we had a meal catered for doctor appreciation day. I went in and grabbed a tortilla and threw some meat in it. I literally shoved it in my mouth as I headed to the bathroom, then went back to work...

Again, maybe you have mastered the art of time travel. Maybe you have somehow managed to add extra time to your day that does not involve patient care for things like meals and potty breaks and cigarettes. That's right. Cigarettes.

Okay, I'm done with that, but I do have to say that to any of you who consistently run late, I'm stepping onto my soap box. You being late implies that you feel your time is more important than those of us who show up when we're supposed to show up....Whether it's to work, church, parties, family dinners, or whatever...

But, moving on to a more cheery note....

My email was hacked. Every single person in my address book received an email from me with the name of a person in the subject line. Each email had a different name for the subject, and each email had a different link in it. Some of them were for male enhancement products...

Lovely...
On an even cheerier note, I went and visited Miss X today. She looked better. She is on a ventilator, but was flipping channels on tv, so I guess she feels better. We said a prayer, and she signed "thank you" to me, and seemed better all the way around...Her vitals are stable, and she will hopefully continue to improve.

Oh! One more random thing. Popcorn had a school play today. It was about a 2nd grade class visiting a Presidential Wax Museum...
Of course they had Obama. But, guess what? He was portrayed by a white boy....

Apparently there are no black boys in her grade...black girls, but not boys.

My question was, couldn't they at least have cast a hispanic? How about a Native American? This is Oklahoma for pete's sake! We DO have minorities!!

Oh, and a miracle was witnessed in the play...FDR had to hand the microphone to JFK...

And he stood up and carried it over to him!!! "BE HEALED IN THE NAME OF JE-SUS!!!"
Yep, we had a miraculous healing today....

No, my daughter didn't have any lines. However, she was super easy to spot. She was the cute girl with her pink coat tied around her waist, her right knee ripped out, a nice spot of some sort of food on the front of her red shirt, sandy-blonde hair that was combed sometime this month...Oh, and just in case you didn't pick her out based on that, she is also the one with a giant cat scratch all the way across her cheek...


Ain't she precious?