Work

I like my work, well now I do, taken me a while to get to this head space, but anyhow. Still a few bitches to attend to but I think I can cope. My manager is a bit mad, I think she's on some kind of happy pill, maybe goes home and gets the hammer out for a bit.. She is support. The nurses, when I first started I was like wow on the healthy diets, running/gym/running. I did wonder how they always have rosy cheeks, isn't just down to all the kids they pushed out then! I still have no idea who is doing what in what job, so many uniforms and badges and gold shoes. And when they are out of their uniforms! NO really! The doctors are the worse, some of them dress in Laura Ashley on a regular basis, I see them rummaging in the sales rack for the most ugliest top/dress ever. Its bad. I love the banter and there is always somewhere to hide when it goes stressy, like in the gorgeous 11 0clock time to lose a stone loos or somewhere on a filing shelf way way out back. Its a job thou isn't it. Someone's gotta make the films...