April 5th, 2005
i hate lab work
Dear Phlebotomist:
I know I was the first person in your lab this morning—after all, I saw you straggling in five minutes after you should have been there, with your coffee and pastry. I know you really wanted to eat your breakfast and watch the TV in the waiting room instead of poking me with a needle.
So I’m sorry I messed up your morning plan—but you didn’t have to take it out on my vein! I’ll be sore for days, and every time I wince as I bend my elbow, I’ll think of you, your ponytail, and your almond croissant. Thanks.
Kristine
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Heh. I used the word “phlebotomist” at work today. Twice.
I think I know the phlebotomist of which you speak/write…or maybe I’m thinking of her evil twin.
Um, I might should have been a little clearer—HE was an evil phlebotomist. Another reason I was so annoyed by his ponytailed late ass.