Extra Hour of Sleep

Having to show up an extra hour later for work doesn't help me since my body is used to waking up at a certain time. Speaking of work, today I was eaves dropping on two doctors in an argument. It was an unwilling eaves dropping as they were yelling. I don't think they were mad at each other. It's just years of schooling and dealing with idiot patients that due to indifference either refuse to take their pills or simply forget. If I recall correctly the conversation went something along the lines:

Fuck this bullshit, I'm tired of putting up with-
I know I've been telling them for years that when that retarded ass shit-
and what am I supposed to do with all that bullshit ass paper work now-
not like they care, fucking including me in something like-
if it was up to me I'd tear that bullshit up...

The juvenile application of the words used in their conversation made me feel serene and loved. It must be life or because I'm altruistic. I love my job. Bullshit is at a minimum. They thank me for being semi-useless. None cares if I nap or read books on the job. I guess it's the nature of the business. It costs less to have me around all the time then to contract someone when they are truly needed.

There was some kind of meeting for the first half of the working day. Come to think of it that is probably what incinerated the madness between the two doctors. I stayed for an hour, then pretended to go to the restroom just to make my escape to the car for a drive. There were about a hundred people at the meeting and none that pays my paycheck was there, so it was pretty viable.

I over heard the conversation between the two doctors because I was waiting in the office to interpret for a young attractive nurse practitioner (and because they were yelling). Working with attractive women makes my day go by faster. I've been working with her for a while now. Even though she has a boyfriend, she inquires about my life and enjoys talking to me. She strikes up conversation first. I can't say I would reject her if she hit on me, but I definitely would not hit on her first.

Besides, she is a fake blond and wears a lot of eyeshadow. On another note I think a kilo of eyeshadow makes a beauty out of a beast. Not that this is the case with her necessarily. I wonder what she looks like without it though.

A while back I had to interpret for her for an STD check up. Judging by her uneasiness this was the first situation for her of that sort. She had to crouch down and examine a patients penis while he remained standing up with his pants down. I think she was uncomfortable with the fact that I had to witness just how close her face was to that penis (and the fact that she had to fondle it in front of me). Once she got up, she gave me a dumb smile, the kind you give when you are exiting an already awkward situation which you don't know exactly how to exit so you say some stupid joke that you know is not funny as you give a weak and faint laugh which makes it even more awkward, and then you leave. Except she didn't leave, her dumbfounded smile kept lingering as her eyes searched my face for some kind of approval. She was searching for certainty that I wasn't going to ridicule her for this or maybe insinuate to other staff how well "that hot nurse handled a penis". In all my professional glory I twisted the end of my lip to form a short and curt smile followed by an assertive nod of approval. She has been requesting me personally ever since.