I live just inside the downtown core of Vancouver in Beach Avenue, and St. Paul's Hospital is just a few blocks away. At least, I think it's called St. Pauls. You know how I hate to pay attention to the Catholic Church. But here's what I don't get: around the neighbourhood of the Davie Village I see hospital workers all the time, walking to or from their shifts, getting a coffee at one of the seventeen Starbucks, or smoking a cigarette. I can tell they work at the hospital because they wear scrubs. I saw an orderly the other day sitting at Hoho's Chinese Takeout, which I'm sure must be approaching the apex of restaurant hygiene, in his hospital uniform. Think about that for a second. Not the noodles, because that's disgusting.
Now. I knew a girl once who worked at some restaurant, can't remember which, The Keg or Earls or a McDonalds, don't really remember the girl either, but the point is she always had to get to work early to change into uniform and it was always making her late. When I queried her on this one day she said it was company policy, you weren't allowed to wear your uniform on the street, something to do with hygiene and public image or some such. But if you're an orderly at St. Pauls, that doesn't apply. You can wear your 'sterile' hospital scrubs anywhere you want.
So it's probably just me, but if I get into an accident on the street, say I'm knocked down by a hostess running late for her shift at The Keg and I'm lying in the hospital with an open flesh wound, I don't really want to be exposed to someone's Hoho residue. Or cigarette smoke, road grime, homeless grease, animal drool, or anything that has been outside the trauma ward. From what I've heard about the chaos at St. Pauls, I can only assume if you leave and come back in still wearing your scrubs, you actually improve the hygiene of the place.
Catholics. No matter how you bend it, they make no sense.
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