We Got it All!

What more could you ask for in a job? Tonight we got every kind of body fluid in a mere 8 hours. Blood, shit, piss, mucus, and vomit. Up til bout 2 it was rather calm, quiet... boring even. The puking kicked off the flood of ick, and it really didn't slow down after that. By the time the puking lady had gotten to the dry heaves (with the associated hollering sound effects) she was convinced she was losing her mind, and it was slipping away from her- kept telling us to wake her up. Freaky much?

The other fun run was to one of my favorite residents who looked like he went 5 rounds with Muhammad Ali, and lost. Worst. Bloody nose. Ever. We would start getting one part of the mess cleaned up, and he would start picking at it again and the bleeding would start again- all the while we had gone in there to clean up a poopy butt. At one point we just had to put him back to bed and wait for it to stop bleeding, for him to go to sleep and stop irritating it, and wait for it to dry up a bit. Went back an hour later and cleaned up his face- which once again resembled someone on the business end of a boxing glove. Got it cleaned up fairly well. And we're off again- Run the hell back to the puking lady, get her squared. Go to dress the early riser who half way thru getting dressed starts shitting- before I get her to the toilet. Fuckin A Grade AWESOME.

Also got to help change socks for a guy who started telling me about his sordid past with bi-polar disorder when he went manic and spent 135K of his mother's inheritance. Oh, and that he is schizophrenic- (shit hope he is medicated for that...) Bonus, and I am touching his feet... his nasty gross fucking dry flaky feet, with toenails that look like Fritos.

Then when looking over my schedule, I remembered that I signed up to work an extra 4 hour shift for December; yay Christmas money. Thursday night I was sick as a dog, and as luck would have it, a co-worker wanted to trade shifts for Saturday. It was a saving grace to be home trying to barf up a lung instead of at work. But wait- that afore mentioned 4 hour day shift... well it falls right after the shift I traded. So tomorrow, I will be pulling a 14 hour fucking day. Color me un-fucking-thrilled. I am now kicking myself in the ass for volunteering. Every time I do, it backfires in my face.

Also got my check stub... my incentive pay for last week is missing. Pricks. So, we'll have to get that fixed, won't we? The sonsabitches have yet to get my test scheduled for certification-I am pretty sure it is because once I am certed, they have to pay me more- and why not put that off for as long as possible, right? Rotten bastards.

At least I have a whole 15 hours before I have to go back, right? I wonder what normal people do at work.