Ay, Dios Mio

so, back in the day i used to waitress at a mexican restaurant where we threw a big 'ol bash for cinco de mayo every year. no one knew what it represented to actual mexican people, but let me tell you, it was, like, THE HOLIDAY for drunken white people making asses out of themselves over melted cheese. and we would show up before lunch and slave away all day, winding our way through crowds of drunken a-holes with trays of hot beans and weak drinks. we were even blessed with wedding party after wedding party pouring in post-reception (i'm not joking- in their gowns and tuxes and everything) demanding silly girly drinks that didn't involve tequila. and we'd stay until 2 in the morning and leave with a few hundred dollars of really hard earned money. it wasn't as much fun as it sounds.

this is why i finished college.

so now that i make a billion dollars a year as a hot shot PA, mostly my days are peaceful and zen-like. but today was madness!! i followed an orthopedic surgeon as he jumped between 2 rooms doing a total of something like 10 cases. and since every other PA in the department was scrubbed in equally crazy situations, i was also running to pre-op and up to the floor and every which way every spare moment i got trying to get all the other chores done that needed doing.

as i left the last case and stumbled toward my locker in a blur, i swear i smelled cilantro and heard someone scream for another cerveza.

ay dios mio.