Amaretto Sour

Whoo hoo! I'm home! Before I get into the bitchy details of Amaretto Nurse, let me just tell you, sometimes, you get what you wish for. (No, she didn't die. . .). There is this man, who works in my Podunk hospital. I see him, now and again. Sometimes more frequently than others, depending on what kind of patients we have in the unit. I have drooled over this man for the seven years that I've lived here. Beautiful, good smelling man. Dark hair, blue eyes, dimples. Just, YUM. Always smells good. Nice teeth, friendly. This man was married when I moved here, and I do not poach. Poachers should be shot. BUT, this man has been single now, for awhile. And this beautiful man asked for my number this morning. AFTER about 10 hours of working on a sick, poopy ICU patient. Not bad! We are just going to go "hang out", and have some pints. Yum, just, yum. Even if I just sit there and look at, and smell this man, I will be a happy girl. Am I still interested in the computer men? Of course. I'll meet them, too! Boy, do I like spring.
Alright. Now, Amaretto Sour. Let me describe this woman child who should not be bothering me. She is short, with bottle blonde hair, bad roots, and skin that has seen too much sun, and cigarette smoking. She curls her hair, but doesn't brush the curls out, so the back of her head looks like these big, dry sausage curls that she used Aqua-net to maintain. Resembles a blonde sheep, in a way. Voice? Think the Nanny in a higher octave. And she has poor grammar. She sounds ignorant when she talks. She constantly tells other nurses what they can do for her patients, because, her idea of us helping her, is to do her work for her. She follows the male nurses around, mostly, manipulating them into being at her beck and call. Men can be such followers. She has this one nurse so well trained that he is, for all intents and purposes, her lapdog. So Lapdog and Amaretto nurse stuck together last night. She followed him wherever he went, 'do this, do that'. He said 'No' to her once, this morning, and I thought she was going to bitch slap him. I merely stood back, snickering, wishing I had popcorn for the show. She seems to have gotten the message from the night before that I won't tolerate her machinations. Lets hope thats a message she won't forget.