Monday, June 23, 2014

Seven Ways of Lazy


The orderly who microwaves fish every morning for breakfast approached me near the end of the shift.  As usual, I was swamped with orders, patients calling out for me, the phone ringing non-stop.

"Excuse me," he sort of sang, "I just wanted to tell you that I did seven things today.  That is too much."

I stared at him.  I wanted to beat him, but I would probably go to jail, and that is bad.

He continued.  "I am just saying, that seven things is too many.  You cannot give a person so much work.  I worked all day."

"Walk away.  Now.  Turn around and walk very quickly away from me."  I said this in a low, slow, serious voice as I glared at him.

And he shut up and went away.  What a lazy fuck.

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