Happenstance.

A weekend of complete madness was my reward for the three shifts I do every Friday night to Monday morning. Perhaps its the lack of variety in what I do. Maybe it’s the baffling actions that a few, select coworkers routinely display. Whatever it is that makes me see my employment choice as merely a tool for paying bills, I’d rather think better of it. Such as being the big step forward I'd taken to advance from where I was before moving North. Hard to think that a job at a teaching hospital is getting old, but I’m taking it for granted and it’s pathetic to admit such a truism. There’s better and worse than this, dear Sir. Suck it up or pass it off. There are others more interested in what I do than I am. This was no coincidence.