I love mankind, it's people I can't stand- Linus

While toasting up my bagel and waiting for the coffee to brew this morning, I considered my current state of pissyness.

Normally I'm fairly even with my emotions. Didn't use to be that way, nope, I didn't. But since the great Pause, I'm like a man, baby. I've adopted the Jerry Seinfield school of thought, "Is this about me? No? Okay, then who cares?"

But fair is fair! Why on earth would there be four charge nurses on at the same time, all but one of them sitting around at the desk all day shooting the shit while the rest of us chumps run our asses off?

Yep, a little bit of hormone has worked it's way up and out and I'm ready to blow. Thus, this space to put things in perspective.

Bullshit! This is an outrage. One of the charges, Mr. Testosterone, is the favorite son. He can do no wrong, ever. His princess wife works with him, always gets the easiest assignment, the best medic to work her team and she never works weekends, ever. Mr. Testes will even call another nurse to do some of her dirty work while she sits at the desk cruising the internet with her prince charming.

Then there's The Gossip. Been a nurse 2 yrs, but has worked every area, knows everything and gives some of the younger nurses poor advice on how to manage a drip and a critical patient. He also is known to divulge information he is privy to such as who has been written up, who makes the most money and who management wouldn't let take care of their dog.

Both Mr. Testosterone and The Gossip are working on their advanced degrees, of course doing all their coursework online during work hours. God forbid one of them has to get up and do shit.

I could go on, but why bore. Obviously upper management likes things this way. It's all about the times, how fast we can move these pour souls out of the department making the numbers look great for Management.

I hate them all.

My delicate sensibilities are outraged at all this fuckery. But, does it have anything to do with me?

You know the answer.