Pop a’ Squat

This actually happened at my place of employment today.

Switch had to go to the bathroom today something fierce. We frequently stay so busy that we forget to pee until the end of the day and realize we have been holding it all day. It’s quite pathetic and quite damaging to our bladders for that matter.

A patient had just beaten her to the one (makeshift unisex) bathroom that we have in the office. So Switch was walking around doing the “pee-pee dance” in hopes to hold it until the bathroom became vacant. But the patient was taking a while in there. Poor Switch she really had to go and of course the patient that went in there before her must have been taking a dump, go figure!

So what does Switch decide to do? Why only the next logical alternative of course! She decides to “pop a’ squat in the sink of one of the patient rooms!

That’s right, Switch pee’d in the sink in one of the patient rooms! And said it felt like a bidet, since the water from the sink was cleansing her off as she relieved herself.

There are many things that happen at this place, but one thing is for sure, there is never a dull moment. Ever. 

No patients, No patience!

Did I ever mention how much I HATE Wednesdays? For me Wednesdays are like the equivalent of getting dental surgery. While it is two days after Monday, it’s also two days away from the weekend (aka: freedom), so what good is it really but to serve as the middle-man? At my workplace Wednesdays are notoriously known for walk-ins galore and for excruciatingly long (and annoying) individual progress meetings. Most Wednesdays I’m running around so much my butt doesn’t stay seated long enough to warm my seat, and lunch-HA!-let’s just say I don’t get to have lunch until 2 pm (if at all).

I love my job, but I do not love how crazy it can make me or how Wednesdays’ tend to use up what little amount of patience I do have, and drain all my energy. By the time I get to my two o’clock clinic coverage I dream of putting a sign on my door that reads:

“Sorry NO patients, NO patience. Come back tomorrow  next year.”

Then I could lay my head down on my desk and steal a few moments of peace and quiet along with a few Z’s. Unfortunately for me, there is no time for reprieve by way of napping, so maybe I need to rethink this whole scheme, approach it from a different angle.

Hmmm…

Well there’s always the bathroom, seems like it’s the only place to steal a few moments of peace these days. I could use the excuse that I have I.B.S for my cover story as to why I spend so much time in the bathroom??? That just may work…never-mind how pitiful. 

I. Am. Ridiculous.