Saturday, August 30, 2014
Boobs versus Brains
A woman works at the hospital. I don't know her title or her job responsibilities. We'll call her Kayla. Kayla's desk is in a series of offices near my ward.
Two things immediately strike me about her:
1- She has a voluptuous bosom that she props up with some kind of super bra so that her boobs almost touch her chin, with plunging necklines that have revealed areola more than once;
2- She hangs out on my ward most of the day.
Boobage aside, I asked her how she gets her work done when she is usually on my ward. She said that she can get her work finished in ten minutes; "thirty tops." I asked if she feared getting in trouble for never being at her desk. "No," she replied brazenly, "Nobody can get me in trouble because I did all of my work."
I replied, "Some days I am so busy that I don't even get a chance to pee."
"I know," Kayla answered. "That's because you are a nurse. I would never be a nurse. You don't even make as much as I do."
Kayla's statement finally made things click for me. Nurses are expected to go, go, go to the detriment of their own health. Any deviation from this non-stop routine is met with criticism about being uncaring. Seriously, I don't get paid enough to put up with this.