Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Two days into the job, and already it feels like I've been doing this for a lifetime. Leave? Was that me, on leave? Left? Did I ever.
It's not a bad thing, mind. Work is mindless. Or rather, mindfully mindless. There's no time to think about anything, or anyone, aside from the steady trickle of patients flowing through the main doors. Except for the moments before the next shift, when you have a whole, unspoilt morning to wonder what to do. This morning I discovered a forest behind the hospital with a fairly large lake in the middle of it, and spent a pleasantly quiet morning laughing at the Hogfather, Death, and the Death of Rats, and bathing in the insipid English summer sun. It wasn't Loch Ness, that's for sure. But it was enough.
It's not a bad thing, mind. Work is mindless. Or rather, mindfully mindless. There's no time to think about anything, or anyone, aside from the steady trickle of patients flowing through the main doors. Except for the moments before the next shift, when you have a whole, unspoilt morning to wonder what to do. This morning I discovered a forest behind the hospital with a fairly large lake in the middle of it, and spent a pleasantly quiet morning laughing at the Hogfather, Death, and the Death of Rats, and bathing in the insipid English summer sun. It wasn't Loch Ness, that's for sure. But it was enough.
