I love the pants! I don't care! He's being a little punk ska-boy and I love it! Shut up!
Frankly, it's her shirt that I'm not too sure about.
Or, actually, what the heck. I don't mind it. I just love how JC's laughing in the background.
So, I wrote a letter to my nurse manager, requesting a transfer to a new unit after my six months are up. I love bone marrow transplant, but I do NOT like the post-surgical unit we also have to staff, and I am being floated there all the time lately, every day last week even, and I'm invariably there until after 8pm and I go home ragged and hating life. No mas, por favor. She'll be a bitch about it, I know her already, but hey! Maybe all this is why we've lost 17 nurses in the last six months! I wonder.
Gotta take some positive steps, I reckon.