I'm sure there is humor to be found in every work place. But, when you take 2400 teens, toss in a side of 175 adults assigned to their education and supervision, a high school provides more than your average amount of entertainment. Our dean's office holds an occasional-and-very informal BEST OF THE WEEK competition. Sort of a "can you top this?" in terms of the crazy stories. I'm usually a top contender with my tales from the clinic.
This week I was sure I had a lock on the win. Young, very fit Latina girl comes in and notes that she is sore, all over as she gestures to her thighs and lady-parts. She quickly corrected herself with a defensive "It's NOT from what you think!". At that point, I really hadn't had much of a chance to formulate any thoughts: too taken aback by her enthusiastic presentation of her presenting complaint.
She continued with her tale: "you see, my uncle, he rented a bus for my cousin's 16th birthday. You know, like a party bus. And well, there was this pole and I was dancing"
At that point, I blurted out, in typical filter less Martha fashion: "So, you are sore from POLE DANCING?"
yep, pretty much a lock, wouldn't you agree?
Apparently not! Friday morning my friend and fellow school nurse texted me with a clinical encounter she'd just managed. Seems a little kindergartner had splash back....in the eye. And here, my dear friend, with her master's degree in nursing, must ask without a hint of giggle or smirk "Well, was it your pee or someone else's?
That pretty much took away my chances of winning "Best of the Week"....how can you compete with the sweet innocence of a 5 year old, against the trashy behavior of a 15 year old dance queen?
Yep....we could write a book....but would I doubt anyone would believe?