Which wasn’t the first thing on my mind as we headed across the Bay Bridge to UCSF. After only one extra trip in, George is back on the Mon/Thurs twice a week visit schedule. Normally I really prefer morning appointments – driving over in the car pool lane and coming back before rush hour is ideal. We were not that lucky this week – the earliest available appointment was 1100 with the follow-on at 1430. As you can imagine, by the time we finished it was 1700 which means we didn’t get home till close to 1900 (ok, discount 20 minutes for a grocery store stop, but still).
In recent years, most clinical and retail locations have put strict guidelines on costumes in the work place. Admittedly, if common sense doesn’t prevail, you really don’t want anything that is going to scatter pieces, expose an excessive amount of skin or scare really young children.
The oncology/heme-transplant clinic at UCSF only deals with adults, and children (short, disease carriers) are specifically prohibited. Those facts didn’t change the costume guidelines, but the staff still managed to have a lot of fun.
I didn’t manage to get a picture of the skeleton, the jailbird with a chainsaw, or Trump in the orange jumpsuit with ball and chain. Waldo missed the photo opportunity –
but was spotted later
Hope your are all well and that the winds have died down in your part of the world.
Strong winds and occasional downpours greeted southern England this morning.
Trump was played by one of my attending Hem-Onc docs, Aaron Logan
Looks like great fun!
Great costumes. We had some kids in very well done hand/home made costumes, including one young lady dressed as a Starbucks latte. The foam was represented as floofy ruffles around the neckline.
That said, it was cold, windy and had been raining all day, so rather than having 300-400 kids, we only had 150. I did get rid of the little pots of playdoh from last year’s stock. We returned one of the Costco size bags of candy to Costco yesterday.
I never had a problem with “costumes in the work place.” To this day, even without a work place, my costume is sticking out my tongue—so I’m a hemorrhoid! Regards to one and all.