Imagine me screaming this

I hate the heat. I just do. The heat makes me grouchy enough as it is. I walk into work, grouchy. And I walk to my desk. And there’s already a patient there waiting to be cared for. And I haven’t even clocked in yet. I take care of them and walk them to where they need to go and as I come back you’re just casually strolling back with your little cohorts and demand to know where I was. Taking care of the patient. Like my job says. Then we get back to our desks and you have the NERVE to ask me why I wasn’t working on the stat orders, while you extend your ten minute break into a thirty minute one. And now you’re going to take your lunch, which means you just gave yourself an HOUR break all while you sit there and complain that I am not working!!

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F this bitch Work June 26, 2025 at 12:57 pm 1 0