Friday, October 05, 2007
My Big Day Off
It's Friday. I've worked 8 hours of overtime last week and 4 this week, the l'il Pooter's still sick and my house looks like who done it and ran. Then working all weekend. While I'm figuring out what to do with my big day off, I'll probably read the latest Change of Shift at Madness:Tales of an ER Nurse. I've been promised some writing time today, but you know I'll probably just clean. God forbid I need an ambulance for any reason, I'll have to tell them my house's been ransacked to save face.
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Take my word as a paramedic emeritus: your house would not be the messiest they've ever seen, nor likely the messiest they seen that day.
But better yet, avoid needing the paramedics altogether, and you'll do much better in the long run.
See, that's very sweet and I'm sure you have seen some nasty living rooms. But seriously, we could qualify as a Superfund Site.
One thing I've learned about those of you who are vaginally-challenged is that when you say, "Watch the kids." They watch the kids. The house could go up in smoke, but the kids are watched. Is all I'm saying.
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