You Take the Good, You Take the Bad

My floor is generally boring. However, you can't work in the medical field without sordid goings-on occuring. But when we are the source of good gossip, we really go all out.

Of course, none of it is ever about me. I'm Aunt Heather. Come tell me your problems.

Tonight, I complained that I was like the Mrs. Garrett of the unit. One of the techs busted out laughing. The one I complained to just stared at me blankly.

"I don't know what that means."

I'm starting to feel old.