It started like a regular day. Had a hard time getting out of bed, nothing unusual. I got ready for work, grabbed breakfast, and I thought "Lauri is comin back to work today, it's gonna be a good day." (Lauri is my coworker who had a baby back in August.)
I got in the car and just happened to look at my scrubs.
There was that butter stain I had totally forgotten about...right on my right thigh.
I should've known then it was going to be a rough day. Fortunately I had an extra pair in my car to change into.
I got to work a couple minutes late, nothing unusual about that. Walked in and...no Lauri. Her baby had been sick over the weekend and she had Dr.'s appointments for him today. "That's ok," I thought, "we'll make it."
Then it happened.
The floor was busy.
The lab was busy.
I swear I called 10 Dr.'s offices today for lab orders, forcing patients to wait extra long to get their blood drawn. I got blamed, yelled at, and had some pretty mean things said to me. We were short one person which meant there was one person to run the front office and draw outpatients, one person to run specimen processing, and one person to draw inpatients on the floor. I was having to poke patients more than once cause I was just not on my game today. I was so frustrated. It was one thing after another.
To top it all off, this volunteer kept bugging me during a draw and I had had it!!!
It finally calmed down enough for me to find my sanity...at 4:50 pm (I'm off at 5:30.)
No worries, I grabbed a milkshake on my way home. And even then the girl didn't speak up when she told me the total so I looked monumentally stupid when I gave her 8 cents short. Gah!
That's alright. It's all better.
I should've known it was gonna be that kind of day when I saw the butter stain on my pants.
It was a bad case of the Mondays.
