Give Me A Break

Beauty in the day: Monday. And it felt like one, partially due to the installation of the ever-popular Daylight Savings Time. I had stacks (STACKS) on my desk – things that NEEDED to get done. But now it was time for the……..LUNCHROOM (insert a very mournful, yet sturdy rendition of the opening bars of Beethoven’s 5th Symphony). On top of everything else, I wore boots, because, let’s face it, it WAS cold this morning. 36 degrees when I left home, FYI. And when one wears boots, one generally wears an appropriate outfit. Bottom line, I was hot. No, not “omigish, she’s so hot”, but, “omigish, I’m perspiring in this LUNCHROOM (cue Beethoven). It was FINALLY 3rd lunch, and I was completing a demonstration of the very fine and minuscule difference between SITTING and STANDING (these nuances can be tricky). One little girl raised her hand as I waved everyone to go back to their “#1job in the lunchroom” (eating your lunch), and I walked over. “Did you have a question?” I asked her above the din. “Yes. Do you ever get to have a break?”

“A break?” I queried, clearly confused by the question.

“Yes. Do you get to go and have lunch too? And eat something? Or do you just have to work all day?” (The kid was good. She had clearly been paying attention.)

It was either that, or a few priceless comments made by Nurse Sonja Reid as she taught a First Aid CPR course this afternoon. Totally deadpan face. She is such a pro.

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