stupid monotonous drab colors holing me in away from the clean fresh air
old ladies yelling "rebeeeccaaaaaa" (cue voice from pet cemetary "racheeeeellll") beep beep beep of pulse and saturation alarms brooooooooozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz of room calls arggggg!!!! and the telephone! omg the thelephone! will it ever stop ringing???!!!
hideous smells (have you ever smelled maelena = digested blood pooped out of your system = i do believe the worst smell ever) as soon as i walk in the door at 7 a.m. it often smells of poop in there. and the smell of death. yeah, it's there too. lovely
feelings of stress and deadlines and hurry hurry hurry all the time!
oh, yeh, i hate work!
and to top it all off i got in a huge argument with martine, my nurse's aid, who i considered one of my closest friends in france and we said some irreperable things to each other.
i dont know how i can go bak in on saturday!
an i think this pic just personifies my feelings of work :