i imagine the people i've met so far think i'm pretty sane and sufficient. i've had to tell a few hundred nurses that i can't help them and several hundred patients that i don't really know where in the world they should be going, but other than that, i feel like i'm making progress.
i haven't done anything totally stupid at work yet [i'm just giving it time], but that's me not counting my first day in the hospital... orientation.
we were divided up into teams and competed throughout the day for a prize [...ended up being Gadsden Regional notepads]. one exercise was to line up according to the months and days we were born without signing or talking. of course at the end we had to tell everyone our birthdays, and i blurted out that mine is november 11th. my birthday is not november 11th. i was six days short. immediately i thought, "why did i say that?" i still couldn't tell you.
but... BUT... i ended up redeeming myself [for lack of a better term] at the end of the day when i lead my team to victory. leave it to the only girl in the group to have a good head on her shoulders.
i only have one more story, and then i'm done.
the other day i went to Occupational Health for my physical and really surprised myself. i went knowing i was going to have a drug test, and when i got there, i couldn't for the LIFE of me urinate. you know, you're supposed to pee up to the black line or it's no good. i collected one, measly drop, and for some reason, i kept it. i held it up to the nurse standing outside the bathroom door apologizing for not being able to get enough. thank goodness he's a nice guy. he's actually my friend now. go figure. i told him he'd always know me as "the girl that couldn't pee in the cup the first time."
i was very thankful it was overflowing the second time around.
You crack me up! And don't worry, I've given the wrong birthday before, not just for myself, but also for Leyden. I can sort of understand forgetting your own birthday, but you'd think I'd remember the date that I birthed my child!
ReplyDeleteAnd one time I argued with Scott about our ages. I told Scott that he was 32. He said, "No, I'm 33." I told him he couldn't be 33, because I was 31 and he hadn't had his birthday yet. Guess what? I was actually 32, and Scott was 33.
So, don't feel so bad - you're not the only one!
You crack me up ! That is so funny. I'll try and remember to wish you a happy bday when Nov 11th rolls around ;) . Scott never knows how old he is ..I have always thought that was so bizarre. Someone will ask him and he will turn and say 'How old am I now?' How do you not know that? ;) Very cute post. Thanks for the laugh! Glad to hear your new job is going well so far.
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