Oops.
Oh well. He won't remember it anyway.
On a whole 'nother note, how am I supposed to go to work - especially when I'm on call and won't be home for a whole 30 hours or better - when confronted with this?
Friday, February 01, 2008
Happy February!
Yesterday, when I went to see my patient with the DTs, I asked him what day it was and he said, "Saturday, January 30th, 2008." And I said, "Close. It's Thursday, February 1st, 2008."
Oops.
Oh well. He won't remember it anyway.
On a whole 'nother note, how am I supposed to go to work - especially when I'm on call and won't be home for a whole 30 hours or better - when confronted with this?
Oops.
Oh well. He won't remember it anyway.
On a whole 'nother note, how am I supposed to go to work - especially when I'm on call and won't be home for a whole 30 hours or better - when confronted with this?
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you must quit your job immediately, if not sooner, to stay home and adore the pup.
And since you'll be home, I'll send mine over to be watched since she pulls the same face on me each morning:)
Awwwwwwwwwh.
*I* can't even go to work after looking at that picture.
I mean, if I had a job.
Oh, RIGHT, I'm here listening to my MIL talk and talkandtalkandtalkandtalk. It's a full-time job.
Not that I'm bitter.
Kill me.
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