People at work today cannot stop talking on what  dress to wear, what type of hairstyle, what color nail polish and who to take along with  for tomorrow's company Christmas party.  There were a lot of laughter, a lot of giggles. Other coworkers telling us not to be shocked when they take along their date, their so called young thundercats, a Demi-Ashton-Stella-got-her-groove-back kind of thing. It is about time we put our scrubs and white lab coats aside. The past parties were held in the clinic, in between shifts when turnover have died down. We were in a rush to eat, drink and exchange presents. When our manager two weeks ago proposed the plan on having it this year, together with three other clinics on a nonworking day at a nice hotel where everybody has to dress up, the sign in sheet was filled in less than 30 minutes.

                 We will be meeting other people from Mt. Greenwood, Hyde Park and Chicago Heights clinic.  Hopefully, the sun will come out tomorrow and the weather a little kinder.