I'm trying to get back into the blogging mood. It's not working so good.
The CEO at work, to be referred to as "Meine Fuhrer", put together a couple of new policies.
First the dress code. Any one not issued scrubs as a uniform will now be limited to about three choices of clothes. No longer acceptable are denim pants of any color, tennis shoes, T shirts, polo shirts, shirts of any kind with any logo including the hospital's own logo, shirts that do not extend to or past the pants line with arms stretched up over head... Get this, "Undergarments must be approved color and pattern." Did you see the little quote things in that last line, that's because it
IS a quote. I wonder who gets the job of "Panty Inspector"? Hey wait, I kinda' like that one. The list goes on and on. Wedding rings and ear rings in the lobe of the ear are the only acceptable form of jewelry. Finger nail polish must not be chipped...
Now the good part. The Fuhrer in his infinite wisdom and caring has decided that all property owned by the hospital is a smoke free environment. Let me give you another quote. "All property owned or operated by (the hospital) is designated as smoke free. Staff, patients, visitors, contractors, and other guests of (the hospital) will be required to extinguish all smoking material upon entering (hospital) property. This enforcement area will include all lawn and walking areas and all private vehicles on (hospital) grounds." I don't know if you caught that last part. Any one smoking in their own car will be asked to put it out.
I guess all that's left to say is, "SIEG HEIL! SIEG HEIL!"