Friends? Enemies?

I do not find it easy to make friends.

My sister says I look severe, although I am not when you get to know me.

RNF I call it.

Resting Nurse Face.

However, I find it easy to be friendly with my coworkers.

I find it easy to make conversation, to ask about their children and their spouses.

And sometimes I make enemy is the wrong word.

Let’s just say people who don’t care for me.

I tell the truth, even if they don’t want to hear it.

I expect them to work, even if they don’t want to.

I no longer expect them to do the same caliber of job that I do.

Because their top caliber may be different than mine.

I can be brief when I’m tired.

I can be cranky too.

But that’s okay.