Last night, I forgot to turn in my pager. I got as far as the lobby, and realized I still had the damn thing, and I wasn't about to go back.
This afternoon, before I went back to work, I noticed I had two messages on the stupid pager, from night shift (when I was, you know, asleep at home and not at work).
The one I took a picture of says I have a call on line one, at about 3 a.m.
Isn't it comforting to know that when someone at work pages you, they have no idea that you're actually not there, because you've gone home.
This reminds me of a nurse whose patient demanded to know, "So, why do I get a different nurse every shift?!"
Uh. Maybe because we have a home to go to, unlike school teachers, who we all know live in the teacher's lounge and never go home, because that would be Against The Logic of Schoolchildren Everywhere.
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