I have had my same job for a big bunch of years. When I first started working eight hour evening shift, there were about 15 of us. Nurses have come and gone over the years, and now, there are only three of us left! And I don’t mean just three of the originals, but three altogether. We eight hour holdouts are a fast disappearing breed. These days, twelve hour shifts are chic, but pretty grueling for those who do them – and that would be almost everyone. They don’t seem to be offering eight hour shifts any more, so if you are a patient, you are almost guaranteed of having an exhausted person with sore feet taking care of you for at least part of the time. Not ideal!
We three old-timers met today for a jolly lunch outing at the fun and funky Luna Park Café. I had probably the most unhealthy meal I have had in years, and it was delightful. Hashed browns, cooked to perfection, and a “just the right degree of runniness” fried egg. And to add to the total depravity of the meal, a gigantic strawberry milkshake for dessert. Laura opted what she aptly called for the “typical sixteen year old’s lunch,” a milkshake and French fries. Virginia was more sensible and restrained with the fried egg and hashed browns, omitting the mortally sinful milkshake.
Actually, we are all fairly healthy eaters. What got into us? It must have been the thrill of getting together on a non-work day. But afterward, we walked some of our naughtiness off with a stroll along the beach at Alki.
All in all, a very pleasant afternoon.