My new job at The Sizzler

You might recall that in a former post I mentioned a new computer charting system highly anticipated by the company I work for, and that I was trained (along with other staff) to train the rank and file of the nursing staff on how to use the system. Then I would be scheduled for a couple of weeks to assist the staff with questions or problems revolving around this new system, rather than doing any kind of patient care.

You may have wondered if this coveted position carried any sort of employment benefit to me.

It did.

Note the overexposed picture above (purposely altered to hide some of the less flattering points of the picture). Did she get a pay raise?, you might ask yourself. Did she get movie tickets or some kind of gift card? No my friends. But I did recieve compensation in the form of a shirt that makes me look like I should be greasy and smell like old pot roast. Yes. They gave us all Sizzler shirts to wear to work. On the house. Size small with short sleeves that come down to your elbows (even on my long, lanky arms).

Then again, I can't say I've ever eaten at The Sizzler. I have eaten at Chuck-A-Rama, though, and the shirts sort of remind me of that place. So maybe they're Chuck-A-Rama shirts.

My bad.