Forgetfulness and accents

So this week as the subject says is forgetfulness and accents. 

So my forgetfulness was this week at work, when an hour and a half into the shift I was that angry, frustrated and down right ready to cry due to lets be polite here and just say communication barriers with other staff. I storm up to the RN in charge and in true Maddi diva style arms flinging, hair majorly frantic and scream "Peachy please can I move to another wing or I am going to knock someone out"

Probably not the best choice of phrases but if you could see who I worked with you'd understand. I was informed "lets meet after breakfast and work out a plan"

Awesome I thought, Peachy is going to let me knock someone out, I know who's going to be first but it was a toss up for who would come in second place and third. 

As I'm literally fighting the urge to knock out first place I'm thinking how quick can Sean get me (sharing a car, he's broken the UTE) or can I catch a bus.... fills me with dread as I don't even know where the stop is or which one to catch. Then think perhaps my friend could pick me up, all while having to walk around with my hands in my pockets for fear of actually taking out first place. 

I'm even thinking I'll pretend Ob is ill and walk home. (But then realise it will take 3 hours to do that) 

We then have a meeting Peachy invites all the other staff (first place down to third place, the only person I don't want to knock out is a student who's very lovely and actually speaks to me) So things are delegated after I tell Peachy what a terrible wing it is and then have to explain what bitty means and plate spinning. (don't think she really understood but finally did when I said "working here is crap") 

I can't help myself. 

I then have a break and meet up with the staff from the first wing I worked on who are lovely and I explain to them that I want to knock first place out which they find hilarious and then I explain if I had the car I would leave right now. 

I then have to struggle through the rest of the shift still fighting the urge to take first place out until lunch time, I meet up with the nice staff and as we are sitting there I suddenly have a light bulb moment .....

I had the car all along. I dropped Sean off at work. I had the car. Sigh, If it wasn't so funny I would have actually cried. Double sigh. 

Obviously the nice staff thought this was hilarious too, so I have my qualities. 

Also at work this week a Doctor informed me that I do a very good English accent. and when I said I was English he gave me a very surprised look, raised his eyebrows and walked off. 

This was the conversation I also had a work with the cafe girl (CG) 

CG "I love your English accent,what country are you from"

Me "ERM, England"

CG "No way, really"

Me "Yes, hence the accent"

CG "I don't think I have an accent"

Me "Yes you do, Australian"

CG "Really? Do you think so"

Me "Yes yours is Australian"

CG "Oh"

Me confused and surprised sit down and drink my triple shot coffee (I needed it) 

Do you remember when we first arrived and having a major trauma with bedding at Ikea? Course you do. 

Well this weekend we went to Huskisson with friends (We forgot towels, like you do, hey ho, no we didn't stink all weekend we borrowed one from them) 

anyway.... the big debate when we got there, where will we all sleep, 4 rooms to choose from, one double bed bunk bed (single on top) 2 singles, 2 doubles or an air bed. 

After much deliberation the boys decided to share the 2 single bed room (had a air hockey table in) 

Charlotte then decided to sleep in the double bed bunk bed with one girl on the top single. Me and Sean in the double room downstairs, Sarah and Jonny upstairs with their other daughter on the air bed. Sorted. 

So .... Ob asks for help to make the bed. So I'm armed with the fitted sheet ... put the top corner on ok and try to put the other top corner on and it doesn't t fit, try and stretch it to the bottom the top corner flies off, Get Ob to hold down the top corner and try again, still no luck. We pull and pull, turn the sheet round try it again no luck. The only small glimmer was that some how I'd managed to make it fit the top 2 corners. Tell Ob he can't move all night and had to sleep in a ball to where the sheet ends. Confused as to why this single bed does not fit Ob's single sheet and found out as we were leaving that its not actually a single bed, its called a king single. So my question still stands why is a single not a single and what on earth is a king single? 

As you can see in the picture looks like a single but MOST definitely is NOT a single. Sigh