Gentlemen. Your marks out of 10!

Eh up!

Bit of a shit day at work today really, as you may or may not know, I work as a staff nurse in a busy theatre department that is not always staffed with the best of skill mixes (as is generally the case in such a big unit.). Anyway, today, I walk in to find that today I am based in the scope room, basically where the sadistic surgeon stuffs a camera up the bahoochie or down the hatch.

So I head to the said room, set up what I know I can set up ( I don't have much experience or knowledge of the wonderful world of scoping) and wait..... 5 minutes later, in whisks one of my more knowledgable colleagues, a nice girl, but someone who I don't believe trusts me to do more than clean poop and get stuff (sometimes I wonder if she believes I can even do this right!) wondering what's going to happen because the skill mix is up the creek. I am sent to go for breakfast first as I can't be trusted to, well, do more than clean poop.

As I sit down to my conflakes, feeling slightly sensitive about the fact that many of my colleagues don't think I'm capable (I know I'm inexperienced and have to learn, but I spend about 90% of my working day feeling like more of a hinderence than an experienced staff nurse), the familiar gneeeeeeeeeeee sound of the fire alarm sounds. 2 mouthfuls of my cornflakes were all I was permitted to have before being ushered into the hallway. There I'm surrounded by my colleagues eagerly rubbing their hands together, in some part to keep warm, but mostly in anticipation of the sight about to be seen.

You see, whenever the fire alarm sounds, it is always followed up by "The Parading of the Firemen" where inevitably some poor very young men have to walk in between the nurses who are all eyeing them up, mentally undressing them and giving them marks out of 10 in their head. These guys know that this is propably the only excitement these poor nurses see in their mundane working lives, but don't exactly appear chuffed about it. Their heads bow in quiet anticipation, avoiding all eye contact for the fear of some rabid nurse trying to devour them whole after proclaiming, Bruno Corlione style, "You were fabulous, marvellous dahling, I give you a 10/10!!!!! Munch munch munch". Instead though, the nursing staff gawp quietly, waiting for the firefighters to leave with their tales between their legs before passing comment on how "He looked that like my man, so he did!" I love watching the spectacle, it reminds me of being with my ex who was a firefighter. Don't get me wrong, it's a very noble profession, but imagine your beloved coming home smelling of soot and the sweat of other men. Not actually that sexy anymore. It's just strange to watch these people acting so much like teenagers and pussy-footing around each other.

My day was pretty mundane and uneventful after that and all I could think about was the fact that the weekend was coming up cause I could really do with the time out, but "The Parading of the Fireman" gave me cause to smile for the rest of the working day.

Going line dancing tonight, who knows, I may have a story about that later
Jojo x