Fire Bad!

            I worked at a hospital. I enjoyed staying to myself and leaving others alone. Most people knew that except one guy. He was tall, maybe 6’3. He was big, maybe 250. To me, he resembled an ogre or Frankenstein’s monster. Not kind on the eyes, this man.  He walked with a slumped posture. His eyes were blue that sat in deep eye sockets. His face seemed calm but you could sense his anxiety through his eyes. Nevertheless, it was his mind that bothered me. You could never tell if he was happy or sad. He must’ve been bipolar.

If you are transferring a patient you have to be calm with them. I witnessed him push people in wheelchairs or beds at incredible speeds. I saw him slam a bed into wall with patient in it! Carelessness at work is not a good quality I’d say. But it was his demeanor that was more off putting. Once, I got trapped in an elevator with him. Granted, it was only going two floors up but I was nervous being in there with the wretch. “Felipe, what time did you wake up today,” he  asked my cryptically. That was the only thing he said to me in there. I ran out of the elevator as soon as I could.

Another day I walked into our department office and I saw him with his shirt off. He had  blood pouring down his back. I stopped in my tracks when I saw this horrible sight. He looked at me harshly and then chased me out of the room. Later, I had heard that he shaved his back at work for some mysterious reason. Yet, there were days when he was so peaceful. He would greet me with enthusiasm and ask how I was doing. But later he’d follow that up by telling me what I should eat for lunch. I’m glad I don’t work with him anymore. Goodbye, Frankenstein.