I was at work last night. I had a really great shift, working with some of my favorite people.
Later on in the night, after nearly all of the ultrasounds had been done, my co-worker (here forward referred to as CW) and I were sitting around chatting a little. The worklist was down to two patients, both of which were waiting for something or other before they could come for their exams.
Around 9:45, CW looked at the clock and said, “You can go if you like. There’s not much going on here.”
I smiled, because I LOVE to leave early, but said, “You know, I’ve only got about 10 pages in my book left. I wont get to finish it if I take it home, so I’m gonna just knock it out.”
CW laughed at me and pulled her book out. “Great idea!” We’re reading the same set of novels that I had turned her on to last week. She loves them as much as I do. We read quietly for a few minutes, and then one of us would interrupt the other to talk about what we were reading. I have read all of the books already, and she loves to ask me what I think is gonna happen, or whether or not she needs to worry. I have a really, really great poker face about stuff like that, and I KNOW she doesn’t really want to know. So I just smile at her and let her keep reading. We were both laughing at each other, when CW slid her chair over to the computer terminal to check the worklist and make sure nothing had been added. I informed her that I had just done that, and we were good.
“Oh yeah?” she asked.
There were six ultrasounds added from the ER.
SIX EXAMS.
Added in less than 10 minutes.
We both said a few choice cuss words, and then called the transporters. CW said, “They KNEW we were having fun! That’s what we get for enjoying ourselves at work.”
They starting bringing patients, and we started scanning them. CW and I can really turn out the patients when we’re together. We are both used to being the ‘only’ tech, and when we get a chance to work as a team, we really work well.
At 10:45, fifteen minutes after my shift ended, and an hour after CW told me I could leave, she said to me, “Next time I tell you you can leave if you want, you’re gonna get the hell out of here aren’t you?”
“DAMN STRAIGHT!”
Although, in all honesty, I’d rather stay and help her get all of those exams completed. Because I’d want the same done for me in her position. And I adore her.
