(guess it's better than pissed on, which I did not get today despite a 12-hour shift).
I'm irritated, and here's why. Like anybody cares. Leaving the friendly confines of my workplace after said shift, I was walking past the valet shack and cutting it close to avoid getting run over by a wheelchair transport van... the valet shack is located next to the construction zone for the new ER. And apparently there's a slight lip to the asphalt between the two, a little downslope, which was nicely gravelled for my walking convenience.
Yup. You guessed it. In my dainty size 39 Dansko's, I hit the gravel with the left heel and promptly ate shit. Down to one knee and one heel-of-hand, scuff scuff, must have been entertaining if anybody saw it but I tore the dogshit out of my knee and even worse out of my ego, tore up the knee of my scrub pants (which is okay because only a few shifts from now, it's nothin' but navy blue from here on out). But goddammit. It hurts.
Add that to the daily-growing stewpot of anger my therapist says I have issues with. Grrrrr.
I'm irritated, and here's why. Like anybody cares. Leaving the friendly confines of my workplace after said shift, I was walking past the valet shack and cutting it close to avoid getting run over by a wheelchair transport van... the valet shack is located next to the construction zone for the new ER. And apparently there's a slight lip to the asphalt between the two, a little downslope, which was nicely gravelled for my walking convenience.
Yup. You guessed it. In my dainty size 39 Dansko's, I hit the gravel with the left heel and promptly ate shit. Down to one knee and one heel-of-hand, scuff scuff, must have been entertaining if anybody saw it but I tore the dogshit out of my knee and even worse out of my ego, tore up the knee of my scrub pants (which is okay because only a few shifts from now, it's nothin' but navy blue from here on out). But goddammit. It hurts.
Add that to the daily-growing stewpot of anger my therapist says I have issues with. Grrrrr.