Seven Hundred & Ninety Three

Theme: Killing time

Someone at work has taken home the biggest belt which we only have one of. I'm fuming, and now my ribs are being crushed. In pure anger I spent £40 on a belt and pouch for myself. So I get to take it home and don't deal with this hassle. I usually hide the big belt, fuck sake. I feel so miserable ha. It doesn't help that a patient ran up the stairs, I pulled my alarm and it did nothing but snap, I pulled the nurses alarm and its out of power. Typical.

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