'Tis the season part 2

Yes, it's the holiday season here at the Hotel, and no one is afraid to say "Merry Christmas", "Happy Hannukah," "Happy Kwanzaa," or "Festivus Maximus", 'cause we have people who say, "Damn it, I'm gonna say whatever I want and who's gonna stop me?"

"No, Mr. Old Marine," I say. "You've fought for your right to wish people merry in the jungles of Vietnam. I most certainly will not stop you from spreading the joy, sir! BTW here's another cookie." (as he covets the lovely plate I had in my hand from one of our volunteers.)

And when I'm not entertaining all the folks awaiting their rides and the volunteers singing Christmas carols in the lobby, I decided to go to the Madison Christmas party, which the bigwigs decided to hold in the psych dining room. What fun!

Thankfully, Nurse Bobby, our resource nurse of the day and I didn't get stuck listening to much of the new assistant director's "happy holidays, let's take care of patients and be excellent" speech. The cake and punch line was long, and everyone was all excited about the prizes. It's actually not a bad deal. Each employee's name is put in for a gift and our unit actually won some (usually the psych people always  win...lucky stiffs!) Bobby and I ended up carrying the loot back for our a few of our coworkers.

So what did they win, Pat. Let me tell you...you could tell we work at a hospital with caffeine deprived people. They had not one, not two, not three but six coffee pots as prizes. The dietitians obviously won't be doing a "Healthy Choices" seminar with the staff anytime soon, because they also gave  away three home-sized deep-fryers, one of which went to one of our unit's nurses.

More fun as the week goes on, with even more parties next week. I'd better get those scrubs out now just to be ready.

Stay tuned...