A Dish Best Served Cold

Yesterday was my first day back at work. Walking inside the building, the smell of rubbing alcohol hit me like a ton of bricks. Oh my god, I thought, this is a hospital. How do people work in these places?

My mind was so foggy, it felt like being in a dream. It just didn't feel like I was really there. I had only been gone two and a half weeks, but I wasn't sure I could remember how to be a nurse. I couldn't consciously remember any of my passwords, but when the time came, my fingers remembered and pushed the proper buttons. It's a good thing that not only planes can function on autopilot.

While I was gone, I missed Nurse's Week. That means I missed out on a Dove bar. It's nice to know that nurses are so appreciated that once a year they are given an ice cream bar. I guess if I really want one, I can shell out a buck and buy one. Okay, that wasn't really fair, we also get a present. If they didn't run out, like in past years, I'll be able to collect it. I heard that it's some kind of bag to carry our supplies in. No one was carrying theirs, so I guess they didn't like it.

An earth shattering event did occur in my absence. Someone in management has been relieved of most of her duties. I don't know if this was her idea or if she was busted down, but she is out of my life now. Excuse me while I laugh and do cartwheels. Sorry, but she made my life a living hell when I was new. She treats me fine now, but it's hard to forget what she put me through in the past. It's true what they say, revenge is a dish that is best served cold. The new manager is a fellow earthling. Things are looking up.