Registered: Jul 2000
Location: zanzibar
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Fun work stories

Tonight, for whatever reason, I had my second Thanksgiving dinner. I ended up sitting next to my cousin who is a nurse. He was sharing some of his work stories, I enjoyed this one:

This one night I had to wheel a patient that had died down to the morgue. I had always pictured the morgue like you see on TV, with some guy in a Quincy hat standing in the middle, etc. I was pretty disappointed when I finally got to see it, we just take the body down and put it in a locked, refrigerated storage room and fill out a form with the patient’s name, time of death and any other required information and the morgue staff takes care of it from there. So on this particular night I went to the nurse’s station on my floor and checked out a morgue key and wheeled the body to the elevator. I got down to the morgue floor, unlocked the refrigerated room and pushed the stretcher inside. The morgue must have had a busy night earlier, because the place was full of stretchers and the lazy hospital staff just left them all in the room instead of taking them back upstairs. I started moving stretchers out to make room to unload my corpse. I had just pushed the fourth stretcher out into the hallway when the door shut behind me. I immediately realized that I had set my morgue key on the stretcher I had brought down with the body, which was now locked inside the room. Not wanting to look like an idiot and go back upstairs for another key, I attempted to jimmy the lock with my ID card. It wasn’t budging. I took the elevator up and went to another bank of elevators and came down on the other side, I couldn’t get in there either. Since there was no way I was getting back in I went upstairs to my floor to get the other morgue key. I joked around with the desk nurse for a bit about the key, she was asking if the deceased stole it, stuff like that. Then I went back down to the morgue room, unlocked it and my key was nowhere to be found. I knew where I had left it, but it wasn’t there. Everything else was the same though, no more bodies had come in. I finished up with the body and went back upstairs to tell the desk nurse that I had somehow lost the first key. To my surprise, she already had it back. She said that a maintenance guy said he was walking past the morgue and the door was open, he checked it out and found the key on the stretcher and turned it in.

Now I know that the door was not open, I had been trying to break in. What was the maintenance guy doing in there? If he had a valid reason he wouldn't be making up the story about the door being open. I think it’s crazy cousin Willie the necrophiliac. Anyway, it was creepy.




[This message has been edited by DevilMoon (edited 11-26-2000).]

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