A few of my coworkers had some stressful days, but mine were pretty easy. I tried to help by answering lights, walking their patients, getting vitals, buying them bagels, etc. Still, I felt like I wasn't really sharing an equal workload.
I have worked far too many days in a row, and it's starting to feel like home there, a home I don't exactly want to live in but don't really mind, either. There's coffee, afterall, and $1 cookies from downstairs. That's something.
Someone from work just called and said 'can you bring your camera? We are all wearing pigtails today and want to take a picture!'