Public Health 101

Today I worked at a vaccination clinic where I gave what felt like a million flu shots. It's hard to grin and bear it after the 25th dirty old man bitches that I'm a) a student, and not b)cute and c)a girl. Half the time I'm done giving the shot before they are done bitching about how I'm probably going to screw up their needle, and I'm not even a hot chick, I'm done injecting, and they don't know what hit them. I sometimes wonder if they even hear the screening questions, or just have "No, no, yes, no" down pat after 85 years of vaccinations. Then I had to go teach some little kids about how to wash their hands. I'm not sure if Dante had this exact example in his Inferno but to me trying to teach 30 little children about something as boring as handwashing for 45 minutes is the third level of Hell. I mean the kids got so rowdy, i was ready to smoke, or drink, or kill, I'm not sure which. I jest of course. As Naughty By Nature once said "You down wit' ADD? Yeah you know me!" (I may have changed it a little). Anyway, I get home and the only thing that picked up my day after having definatively proven to myself that I'll never work with anyone under the age of 19 by choice in my nursing career is reading about how the New York Yankees, after spending about a gazillion (that's a real word...I think) dollars failed miserably in the baseball playoffs. I don't really follow baseball very much, but Steinbrenner offends me. Reminds me of how the 'Riders always get the shaft because other teams have more money. Eat it Georgie boy.