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Saint Dirty Face

Tag: #MondayMeltdown

  • 🔥 Struggle. Crawl. Crawl. Drop.

    Robert

    by Saint Dirty Face

    Monday, why you doin’ me like this?

    The workload wasn’t even bad, but the time?

    Dragged. Like. A. Dead. Body.

    By 3 PM, I was a pinch away from illegal substances just to keep one eye open. But whatever. Here’s your Monday SDF rant, freshly microwaved and served lukewarm:

    The lobby? Packed.

    Back-to-school chaos.

    Like a flash mob of parents suddenly remembered their kids exist.

    They just kept coming—forms, shots, last-minute panic—and, of course, there’s always that one Karen who finds a reason to complain.

    Lady, I swear to God, I will jab you in the eye with a paperclip and a prayer. 🤪

    Lunch came and went and nobody even noticed I was still here.

    But honestly? Too tired to even care.

    I just rolled around the office like a half-dead Roomba with a vengeance.

    Thank God my chair has wheels—I slow-rolled to the restroom like a boss.

    And then…

    Zoom meeting. Final hour.

    All for the mystical promise of a potential extra paid day off.

    Will it happen? Who knows. But I’m riding that hope like a drunk cowboy on a mechanical bull.

    Today’s verdict:

    SLOW. SUCKY. SNOOZE FEST.

    Might actually go to bed early tonight…

    Because I’m this close to mainlining my energy shot through a Capri Sun straw.

    Till next time,

    Saint Dirty Face says:

    Stay loose. Stay wet. 💦

  • 🎸 SAINT DIRTY FACE BLOG — WORKDAY RAMBLE EDITION 🎸

    Robert

    “PSA, Energy Drink, and the Monday That Sneezed on Me”

    Alright, my ragtag tribe of warriors, poets, and people who also weren’t ready for Monday — gather ‘round.

    Because baby Yeshua heard my prayers this morning and granted me a slow Monday at work. Minimal patients. Minimal emails. No meetings. Just me, my caffeine, and the gnawing realization that Friday was five minutes ago and somehow Monday snuck up like a ninja with a grudge.

    So yeah — bedtime? 3 AM.

    Work start? 8:30-ish.

    Mood? Somewhere between “Doc Holliday with a cough” and “is it Friday yet?”

    BUT since the universe handed me a breather, let me rock your brains with a little PSA from your friendly neighborhood nurse:

    ☠️ TB IS NOT DEAD — IT’S JUST HIDING. ☠️

    Yeah, tuberculosis. That old-timey-sounding disease you thought got buried with Victorian corsets and Wild West saloons? Guess what — it’s still here.

    👉 Facts you didn’t know you needed but I’m giving you anyway:

    TB infects millions every year worldwide. It can snooze in your body for YEARS without making you sick. It’s treatable. It’s curable. But you gotta catch it.

    💉 HOW TO KNOW IF YOU’RE SHARING LUNGS WITH A GHOST:

    Simple blood test from your doc. If positive, chest X-ray tells if it’s infection (quiet, non-contagious) or disease (active, contagious). Symptoms? Cough that won’t quit Fever, chills, night sweats Weight loss, no appetite Three weeks or longer = 🚨🚨🚨

    If you’ve been hanging around someone with TB, or you live/travel in high-risk areas, get tested.

    Don’t wait. Don’t Google-diagnose. Don’t play TB roulette with your loved ones.

    🔥 FINAL WORD FROM YOUR FAVORITE SLEEP-DEPRIVED, ROCKSTAR NURSE:

    TB doesn’t care who you are.

    But you can care enough to check.

    One test at a time, one early treatment at a time — we can knock this sneaky bastard out.

    #SaintDirtyFace, #WorkdayRamble, #NurseLife, #TBawareness, #CoughCoughDocHolliday, #PSAWithAttitude, #MondayMeltdown, #NotReadyForThis

    See ya, sinners and saints — imperfect on purpose, sharp-tongued by design, NSFW by divine accident. 💥😈🤘🏼