Did I mention...

that this was my FIFTH Thanksgiving in a row?

The price you pay having a full time job. I truly am thankful that I have a job, so many others today don't. I was fortunate enough to get hired at a local hospital right out of school--a luxury that many of the students don't have today. Even though I did technically choose my shift, it has it's ups and downs. I was very thankful today to be working with an excellent crew on shift...minus "the hurricane" (one of the better known resident's and not because they're spectacular!).

I went out last night for some pre Thanksgiving fun with Nikki and friends. It was pretty much a low key night, I didn't even go home to change. Whatever, the bar we go to isn't like especially nice or anything. And besides, they've seen me in my scrubs before. My good friends were there and my sister met me after so that's all that mattered.  I'm beginning to notice more and more value of having good people in your life. My besties are friends that I've been close with since High School. You may all think it's cliche, but it really isn't. These people have stuck by me through thick and thin, such relationships should be cherished. Just upsets me that others do things to destroy it, and to spite. Makes no sense. Oh well, not going to dwell on those people. 

This morning I got up and could barely open my eyes. My mom screamed out loud as soon as she saw me, "HAPPY THANKSGIVING!". I was still rubbing my eyes when this happened, so she thought I was crying because she scared me. Yeah right mom, everyone knows I'm the stealth ninja champion of scaring people. No, seriously. I used to hide behind the washing machine, around the corner at the top of the stairs and lunge out to scare my victims. Not the brightest idea for the top of the stairs, but no one ever got hurt lol. Just might have peed a bit.   I wanted to pack a plate, the hospital offers a free lunch but it isn't very good. Not like home at least. We do this thing at our house. For most all occasions we set out what I call "the ghost plates" 

What are "ghost plates" you ask? In Buddhist culture (which my parents are) we pay respect and give thanks to our loved ones that have passed---by fixing small plates of food, setting them in front of our "altar" and saying a prayer. Welp, I had 7 minutes before I had to leave and asked my mom if I could make a plate to pack. I started trying to carve some of the ham when she jumped all over me and took over, kicked me out of the kitchen and told me she'd make me one. She had me go grab her some extra plates so she could fix the ghost plates. All I wanted was a little ham, corn, and other veggies. I came back into the kitchen to find she was taking her sweet time doing up the ghost plates--hadn't even put anything together for me--HER VERY MUCH ALIVE CHILD THAT WAS LATE FOR WORK! Not that I'm knocking on paying your respects but I was in a hurry! I told her never mind, that I'd just eat at work because I had to leave and she freaked. I didn't say it rude or anything, but she pounced all over me like liger! UGH. Can't win.


Work wasn't any better. I'm not going to lie, I was a sour puss most of the day--but that doesn't mean I'm not thankful. I could be a sour puss at home without a good family, without friends to share things with,  without a job to keep me occupied and without a pay check...so I think I'm in pretty good shape!

Hope everyone's Thanksgiving was great!