OK, so they have this bulletin board at work where they talk about the staff. There's a little paragraph or two about where the nurse/secretary/PCA grew up, went to school, hobbies, why you like working in Peds, etc. And then each person has a picture by their little summary thing. (Well, most people have a picture. There's one picture that makes me feel slightly uncomfortable and another one that has a picture of the beach...no person, just the beach.) This board is right in the middle of a wall between Peds and the PICU so it's there for everyone (patients, families, everyone) to see. When asked the "why do you like working in pediatrics?" question, every one's answer is something like "I love working with kids" or "my coworkers are great and I love the kids" or "little kids are so sweet and innocent" or "any time I can get even a small smile out of a child, it makes my day." (yes, I got up just now to make sure that I got that all right) Anyway, so I was joking around last weekend about how they would never put me up on that wall because they'd be afraid of how I would answer the questions. For example, if asked why I enjoyed working in pediatrics, I would answer that, given the choice, I'd much rather clean up baby poop than adult poop. Now, that's an honest answer. Well, now wouldn't you know that on Monday morning, one of the leadership people asked if she could interview me for the board?!?! First of all, this person works day shift in the out patient area so I have spoken to her a total of about 2 times (including my little 'interview'). And I'm about 99% sure that she asked about me (mostly who I was, but also if I was married, had kids, etc) before this so called interview. I have my sources. Anyway, she interviewed me at7 in the morning after I had just worked all night (without much sleep the day before) and was exhausted so the filter was way off. Plus, she asked me all these questions in the middle of the nurses station with both the night shift and oncoming day shift nurses (who I happen to really like) there so I felt the need to make small comments after each of my answers. For example, when asked where I grew up I answered "Hollywood, Florida" and then proceeded to do a single handed raising of the roof while singing in my ghetto voice "Holly-hood!" See? Filter off. I couldn't help myself. It was my musical turrets. It's hereditary, right Katie? I think I did OK with the middle questions about school and stuff. I told her about how I danced in a company in college and how I teach now. I talked about competition but I don't think she really got it. Then came the question I was waiting for! She asked me why I enjoyed working in peds and I answered, without hesitation, that given the choice, I'd much rather clean up baby poop than adult poop. She stared at me. Courtney and Catherine laughed. She asked me what I wanted the board to say and I told her to write something about how kids are wonderful and I work with awesome people but right as I was answering, Courtney said "no, she said the poop thing, that's what you should write!" Then Courtney (she used to work night shift) said that I was really funny so my interviewer wrote on her paper "funny". So, needless to say, I'm pretty excited for the new board to come out. Oh, and she also asked me to email her a picture of myself and tonight, as I was looking for one, I discovered that there are none. At least none in the past four or five years where I don't look like a complete idiot. Most of the recent pictures of me include Alexa:
Or, they are of Katie and I acting like a bunch of fools:
Or, Katie and I trying to be pretty (while wearing other people's mickey hats...sorry Lauren):
Or, we take pictures to bring attention to serious issues. For example, this picture, which clearly demonstrates the many dangers of under aged driving:
There is the random picture of me posing with objects (not shown is me with flowers (which happen to be a great example of my best friend's wedding colors), me with random pieces of food and me with various Christmas presents...I like the croquet mallet picture the best):
And then there is this one, which I still consider to be one of my finest moments and pretty much the best picture ever taken (slight exaggeration):
In conclusion, I have decided that my little personal summary thing is either going to be highly offensive to others or an extreme misrepresentation of me. It could go either way. Oh, and also, I need to have her take a picture of me because I don't think they will approve of my options and I refuse to have a random beach scene as my photo.
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