Today I was in the office (a place I rarely go, since as a hospice nurse I work out of my car) to pick up some supplies. In the bathroom, I ran into a co-worker who remarked “You’re not usually here around this time—you’re confusing me!” To which I responded, “I’d love to not be here,” in accordance with office banter rules.
Then, my boss stealthily emerged from a stall and said, “Every day you’re not on the census of a hospice agency, you’re lucky. Remember that we get to put on regular clothes and leave the house and come here. I had a patient who always used to remind me of that—oh, I loved her.”
I think it’s safe to say that this was one of the most thorough bustings by a boss that happened in our nation today.