Fucking FUCK you, work! And the Navy, for that matter! Rick’s THIRTY TWO MONTH deployment to GUAM got pushed up so now he’s trying to book a last minute flight back to Texas (and by last minute, I mean book a flight TODAY for TOMORROW).

I’m trying to call in for some mercy from the hospital (because seriously, my friend will be overseas for two years and eight months, jesus goddamn christ) but no, Elizabeth wasn’t in the supes office so the anal, frigid manager from 3rd floor was covering and pretty much told me no. Bitch.

Updated my resume for the first time in YEARS, meeting the unit manager for Child/Adolescent tomorrow to discuss a departmental assistant position, eeep!

Boyf is back in Killeen, sigh. He’ll be back Wednesday for jury duty, but I’ll be smack in the middle of three twelve-hour shifts, so that won’t help. Working is actually both a blessing and a curse, though, I thought I wouldn’t be able to work until I got re-certified in CPR but they’re doing an impromptu class Friday and still letting us work until then (unless Joint Commission shows up, haha). It would’ve been nice to have the time off but after barely working for like three weeks over NYE and when I was sick, I really need the money, haha. Ah, well, back to work and reality tomorrow!

Completely shitty day at work, minor meltdown afterward, gotta be back in six hours, BLEGH.

Ready for it to be the weekend, plzkthx.

Got off at 10:15p… but sat perched on the security booth shooting the shit with Jon until 11:30p (he needs to stop working all these stupid overnights), haha. Anywho, I’ve worked 32 hours in three days, so I’m super stoked for the next two off!

• Tomorrow, I’m helping Robin move, going to Jag Band ice cream social to see Brian and my brother, then maybe getting drinks with Betty.
• Saturday, I’m supposed to phone date with Kristin and Skype date with Amalia, get drinks with Leslie and Ashley R. around SoCo, and then drink moar with Jon and Mike.
• Sunday, I’m actually working 10a-10p but then Jon and Mike want to get stupid AGAIN, so thank goddd I’m off Monday, haha. 

I’m working 7a twelves both Tuesday and Wednesday, but I’ll have five days off starting Thursday, and Josh and the USNA boys should be in town for four of those five days and my birthday is the week after so YAY! I love August =]

Just got home (despite getting off work over an hour ago) because Jon, Lance and I spent so long debating hot/crazy scales, and then just hotness scales in general. Apparently, I rank a 7.5 or 8 but ONLY because Jon isn’t attracted to Asians so OMG DON’T GET OFFENDED! 

Also, I spent a good twenty minutes CRYING FROM LAUGHTER in the 5N nurses’ station with Leslie and Betty because we came up with Rx Abilifarts, “WARNING: MAY CAUSE UNCONTROLLABLE FLARTING!”

Yup, these are my work friends, haha, I love it!

…AHAHAHA, I LOLed so hard! Survived my first day back at work and first twelve hour shift, though (well, 11+, they cut me a little early), then went to Vino Vino with a bunch of friends and now I’m at home eating prosciutto di parma and Castelvetrano green olives like it’s Festa della Reppublica, what whattttttt.

Happy Friday to me!

Sleep deprivation + getting floated to work PICU + godawful code gray (and consequent 1:1) + getting off work late + hitting rush hour traffic + people driving like complete fucktards = SO. MUCH. RAGEEEE.

…and now I’m STILL waiting for Anna to get out of her frigginalsdjkf hair appointment so we can leave for Fort Worth when I’d originally meant to BE THERE BY NOW. I mean, I do want for her to come, but I’m just irritated and so, so crankypants right now >.<

WAHHH, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY BOYFRIENDDDDD.

Between working three times as many hours as I’d slept and Sarah having some sort of psychotic break on/at me, I pretty much wanted to commit seppuku before we even left for 6th last night, but THANK THE SWEET MEXICAN BABY JESÚS for best friends like Jessica, who took one look at me and put two tequila sours in my hands, ahaha. Oh, and thank you, too, drunken frat boys, who were probably too busy chanting, “Drinko de Mayo” and watching all the sorostitutes in their identical embroidered Mexicana potato sacks to notice the $10 on the floor at The Lodge, cue to me leaving downtown $10 richer.

= bleaching/dying my hair at nearly midnight when I need to be up in six hours. Oops!

Perks from today:

• Being three for four morning shifts this week
• Being four for five of ALL of my shifts this week
• Getting to work with Stephanie on 2S for once
• Diana buying Starbucks for everyone in the nurses’ station
• one of my kids giving me an awesome marker tat
• another of my kids making me a bead bracelet
• setting my next work schedule with lots of shifts on 5N
• drinks on the Trudy’s patio with Sarah
• pool/dt plans with Sarah for Cinco de Mayo
• LESS THAN 72 HOURS ’TIL SOUTH CAROLINAAAAA ♥

Me: Ready?
Jack: Yep. Except I decided you needed a shot of Patron for the road.

…ohhh, dear, hahaha. And I’m working tomorrow but that asshole isn’t!

UGH, today was such total assballs. I’d gone to bed HELLA late and then of course the supes called me at 10a about coming in early. So I came in to child/adol at 1p, set my schedule for next month with Chris (because she kept flaking on me Monday and now I’m stuck allllll on child/adol 7a-3p next month, AWESOME… not), then went on a transport to Texas Oncology (which was actually kind of nice, it was one of my 5N patients), but then when I got back, they floated me down to PICU…

OH MY FUCKING GOD. Between one rage-tastically cantankerous hag of an old woman and an extremely hostile, extremely delusional new admit (he yelled at me for not knowing he was the President. Riiiiiight), I pretty much wanted to shoot myself in the face. Ten hours without a break = me sitting here now in my PJs with a WhataB Honey Chicken BBQ Chicken Strip sammich while watching old Gossip Girl, YESSSSSS.

Y’know, where nothing really goes wrong but you’re still in a terrible mood?

I woke up sleep-deprived and with sore abs from COUGHING, left for work fifteen minutes early to meet with the scheduling coordinator but was still ten minutes late because Mopac was backed up all to hell, was working with people I don’t really like, there were SEVENTEEN TEENAGERS on 2S, the scheduling coordinator never got back to me, my phone died at work, wah wah wah whinypantssss.

I’m so relieved to have tomorrow off (even if I do have to spend it getting my car inspected, doing laundry, and filing taxes) o.O