A Nurse's Thanksgiving

For Thanksgiving, the poor patients got the usual pre-formed, black-striped chicken patty in teriyaki sauce without even dessert. Our dinner was sad too. We were offered a choice between some kind of molded and sliced turkey or ham (by-)product or vegetarian lasagne. There was also instant mashed potatoes and canned gravy. I chose the lasagne because it looked like the least scary option. That was a mistake. It was in some kind of gag-inducing, chemically tasting cream sauce. How they make food taste that bad is beyond me.
This was the salad bar. I skipped it for obvious reasons.
This is what was handed to me. I'm accustomed to eating Thanksgiving dinner on good china with silverware, instead of Styrofoam and a plastic fork, but I realize that I'm a princess. I didn't really expect china and silver, but edible food would have have been nice, although I didn't really expect that either. It also would have been nice to eat with someone, but we can only take our breaks one at a time.

The evening wasn't entirely bad. I got paid $100 an hour and the charge nurse was back, so she got to take the brunt of the abuse. The bad news for me is that she's leaving on vacation tomorrow for 5 weeks and I have to be charge while she's gone. It's going to be a long 5 weeks. I'm either going to have to develop thicker skin fast or I'll have to keep myself drugged in a zombie-like state. I didn't become a nurse so that I could fight with people all day. I became a nurse to get away from that. Now, where did Melissa put my prescription?