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You have no IDEA from "bad day" ...
People who work normal jobs don't totally get what it means to have 3 interview rooms and four patients who need them, with several others wandering around the community or languishing in police stations waiting .... not to mention the five loose in the lobby. AND every time we thought we were "on top of things" a police department came in with another damn drunk ... who was too drunk to be seen and had to be taken to the ER by OUR ambulance, which then wasn't able to get the guy at the police station elsewhere ... add to that, nearly everyone I had to deal with had an IQ around room temperature, including one little old lady who I had to tell her daughter was in the hospital "She's WHERE?" "the mental hospital." "What? Was she in an accident?" "No, Ma'am. no accident. She was going to kill herself in the Valley Forge National Park." "She wasn't at Valley Forge Park. She was at work." "No Ma'am. She left work and went to the park to kill herself, but the rangers found her before she did anything, and she's fine." "She's where?" "The psychiatric hospital." "WHAT?? Was she in an accident?"
There comes a point where you just have to give the phone number and tell people to check on their family members in the morning.
I went into work an hour early, and ended up staying three hours late.
Oh, I even had the joy of someone pissing in an exam room. And there was the guy that was running around naked outside of another hospital ... that was entertaining in it's way, but dammit, I ended up with him too.
Banner evening.
I arrived home at about 0345hrs.
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