Two Left Feet and A Tit

So my boss stares unapologetically at my chest at least 30-40 times an hours and I really have no cleavage. He also makes comments about how I'm very beautiful to patients and will give my the up down or send me to get a pen or a chart or something so he can look at my ass but hes for the most part harmless and so it cracks me up. The other provider its this treatment too but she swears I'm the favorite, lucky me. Anyhow I was rounding with him and I walked into a patient room to check something and I turned back around and ran directly into him. He must have been standing less than two inches away from me and turned into him when I turned back around. I was knocked off balance because of the shoes I was wearing also and I grabbed his arm and I think my boob brushed his arm. I was absolutely horrified. The other provider thought this was great. I wanted to die. I still want to die. I may have to quit my job. Maybe he'll stop staring now though.

Here I am

I havent disappeared. I just havent felt like blogging lately Ive been in a funk with nothing particularly interesting to say. I get up, go to work do my bosses job for him get hit on by him come home do every single bit of housework around here and then workout and go to bed so I can get up at 5 am and start all over. I did have a girls weekend escape recently which was much needed. Our hotel room was overpriced though seeing as how it was like staying in a homeless persons ass. So yeah but we got two free drinks every night so it was overlooked. We also discovered jewelerly making and dropped about 200,000 beads in the carpet in the room so I'm sure we screwed them out of a sweeper at least. I just wanted to say hi I'm here.