Of Friday Frolics October 19, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 15 commentsOk, so I’m not really thinking ‘frolics’. I’m thinking something that sort of rhymes with ‘frolics’. Begins with a ‘B’. Can you tell what it is yet?
Reader, I am no longer cut out for the wearisome workplace. As a trembling temp, I have been left to my own devices for the entire week, advising patients on hip replacements and various other medical procedures.
How’s a girl to make any fun out of that?
‘Oh, yes, Madam, you sound terribly crumbly to me. Have you considered a full body transplant?’
I sit, for many hours a day, in an office with a woman who won’t speak to me. She tuts, though, quite a lot. And sighs.
Sigh.
Add to this an army of surgeons and specialists who stalk the corridors clad in masks and operating-theatre-type clothes, presumably to ensure everyone knows they are Gods and should not be approached or spoken to by plebs or subordinates. And nurses who eat their lunch while discussing weeping wounds. It’s enough to make you cry.
Ho ho, another three weeks to go. Perhaps next week they’ll let me do some operations.
