Recycled Hospital Food

Day shift told us about one of the patients who looked like she had been eating melted chocolate and was covered with goo on her face and hands. But, the warm brown mess wasn't chocolate, it was poop. Our food tastes so bad, I can't imagine anyone wanting to eat it a second time after it has been digested.

Everyday at the beginning of the shift, I pull out my calendar and write down that I worked and if I'm entitled to any additional money that day for extra duties. My employer has a tendency to make mistakes with the paychecks, so I keep records. I learned that trick the hard way.

Anyway, when I pulled out my calendar, several coworkers started asking me about it, like they had never seen it before. One person exclaimed that my book was pretty and wanted to know what it was. Another person commented that it was different from my last calendar. I explained that they are only good for a year and I had to get a new one. Someone else wanted to know where she could get one too. If I didn't know them so well, I would think that they were playing with me, but I'm sure they were sincere. Don't they have calendars in the Philippines?