scottishduffy
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This used to be a major pet peeve of mine! I hated going to the grocery store on my days off and seeing people in scrubs.
If it was close to shift end, maybe I understood. I still thought it was nasty. But around here it seems like some people just wear their scrubs *everywhere* because they think it is some sort of status symbol.
When I see people at odd times (not close to any shift change), those people bug me. Don't know why, I just used to complain to DH about it. God knows what you have on your scrubs.
Then I was forced to eat my words. When I worked 3 12-hr shifts I never went anywhere in my scrubs! Just work and home and did all my errands in my days off. Then I went to Grad school.... then I got a 5 days per week 12-hr day schedule. Then I started rotating nights and weekend as well. Suddenly I was picking things up or doing errands on the way home in my scrubs. I didn't have days off anymore, even weekends were busy with school (if I even had a weekend!). DH of course teased me and I hated not having any other time to do errands except when I was on the way home from the hospital. Add to those shifts the hospital is 45 minutes from my home. DH helped a bunch, but sometimes we needed something quick that night.
Now, the slave labor thing is pretty much done and I am down to 3 days a week. No more shopping in surgical scrubs! I *loathe* wearing scrubs in public. It just seems so gross....
If it was close to shift end, maybe I understood. I still thought it was nasty. But around here it seems like some people just wear their scrubs *everywhere* because they think it is some sort of status symbol.

Then I was forced to eat my words. When I worked 3 12-hr shifts I never went anywhere in my scrubs! Just work and home and did all my errands in my days off. Then I went to Grad school.... then I got a 5 days per week 12-hr day schedule. Then I started rotating nights and weekend as well. Suddenly I was picking things up or doing errands on the way home in my scrubs. I didn't have days off anymore, even weekends were busy with school (if I even had a weekend!). DH of course teased me and I hated not having any other time to do errands except when I was on the way home from the hospital. Add to those shifts the hospital is 45 minutes from my home. DH helped a bunch, but sometimes we needed something quick that night.
Now, the slave labor thing is pretty much done and I am down to 3 days a week. No more shopping in surgical scrubs! I *loathe* wearing scrubs in public. It just seems so gross....