The porters, the people who moved patients around the hospital for various tests etc., had a bit of a nasty joke they played on some new staff in training. They were buddied up with an experienced staff member and the orientation included a tour of the morgue, a walk in fridge where the deceased were placed pending pickup by funeral homes. There were no drawers, just stretchers with a sheet covering the deceased.
So, the poor new employee was brought into the morgue and just about everyone was comepletely creeped out by this. After a review of the process one of the "deceased" would moan and say something like "Where am I" as they sat up on the stretcher. The new staff member scream and scramble for the door at which point the 2 porters would let them in on the joke. Most victims had a good laugh.
There is a Mexican gentleman that works for me and his name is Jesus (hey-suse in Spanish).
My wife and I were driving one evening and Jesus called me. My phone is connected via bluetooth to the car and the system alerted me via voice that Jesus(Gee-suz in English) was calling. My wife heard the message and promptly said - "you better take that call".
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