The hospital shifts are already known to be crazy and I could day that my mind somehow has adapted to this craziness. I have to right to complain because this is what I prayed for and many would kill for this job. The only consolation I get from enduring the long and tiring shifts is the words of gratitude from the patients and their relatives. They could not believe that they are actually in a public hospital because they are getting good service. Delighting them is actually not an issue to me the only problem I have is getting rid of blackheads that seem to enjoy staying on my face. Am I really that hospitable?