I am currently sitting at a health clinic somewhere in the south of my city. Why am I here? Because Deputy D. somehow managed to talk me into covering for some dude who broke his toe. I am (for the next 3 hours) the entire portering and inventory department for this clinic. I’ve been shown the entire layout in 20 minutes.
Good thing I have my WHIMIS certification!
PS-some creepy mail dude came to the entrance and rang the doorbell to get in (the doorbell sounds like a fire alarm). I think I’m going to have to change my scrubs because I just crapped myself from the LOUD, LOUD ALARM-LIKE DOORBELL!