I had an interesting moment of self-awareness at work last night. I am currently working at a hospital in the regional area of NSW I live in… no, it isn’t the hospital that has been in the news a lot. Well, not anymore it isn’t.
I am listed on the casual staffing pool and have only had a half dozen shifts so far, most of which I have been working with different staff members, and all in all they have been quite a lovely group of people to deal with. Except for the occasional racist remark that makes my hand itch to slap someone, but you tend to get comments like that in the more regional and rural areas of most countries.
Last night I was working with a person who just shit me to tears every time she opened her mouth, which is to say constantly. I arrived home and T asked me how my night at work had been, she also reminded me to take my medication as I had forgotten to do so for the two days before that.
Then it dawned on me… did this woman constantly annoy me because I had forgotten my meds for two days? Was my reaction to her the fault of my own lacking discipline? Perhaps she was a pleasant and cheerful woman who had been trying to help me feel that I fit in to a new workplace.
Nah, she is a Nazi cunt from Hell.
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So you've got plenty in common with her. You could start a "Nazi Cunts from Hell" club at the hospital and drive everyone else to bitter suicide.
Sounds like fun to me.
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