When I’ve had a really rough night on call, the only way I can get myself home in one piece is to play the music in my car really, REALLY loudly. I can get a bit raucous. Yesterday as I was driving home after one such call, P!nk’s Walk of Shame came on my shuffle.
You can see why I giggled like crazy:
One step, two steps,
Counting tiles on the floor
Anything to keep me from falling over my own two feet.
Three steps, four steps,
Guess this means that I’m a whore
For medicine, that is.
How long ’til I reach the door?
My feet are sore
Because no matter how amazing your on-call shoes are; feet were not made to be busy 24+ hours.
I’m wearing last night’s dress and I look like a hot-ass mess
Although my hair looks good ’cause I haven’t slept yet!
That’s the part that had me nearly doubled with laughter.
The joys of working long calls.