Bad training wheels
No more training! As my first solo day creeps to a close I am beginning to realize how long twelve hours are alone. Though my trainer thought it constructive to sleep half the shift I still gained knoweldge and good company through osmosis which I now unfortunately must find elsewhere. So it is under this premess that I turn to my trusty blogging fans for help passing the crawling minutes. How did I ever survive without the self validating and narcisitic beauty of blogging What kind of intelectualy rich blooded pseudo neo-political universe could exist without blogging None…that’s why there aren’t any intelectualy rich blooded pseudo neo-political unverses. And if there where, what would that even mean
I’m nost sure at this point whether I can stave off sleep for the next five hours, though it seems a daunting task and one I would rather not attempt if it weren’t for the fact that I’m getting paid well to do it. Sleeping OTJ (“on the job” for you acronylitterates) is just not an option and frankly I am freaked out by the subhuman hospititalites that utilize our services. With that I bid good night….and good night to all I bid. (i’m sending out an sos….for my sanity)
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