April 13, 2003
I was supposed to be at work right now. Instead, I am *on call*. Which means that I have to be available for the next 9 1/2 hours to go into work, should they need me. I am kind of glad that I am here. I guess I wouldn't mind going in if they needed me. I have signed up to work five shifts this week. That's 60 hours. And as much as I liked to look at the schedule and feel all good about myself, thinking that I was helping out the hospital and that I was going to have the beefiest pay check ever and how every time I would talk about how I was gonna work 5 nights and have everyone shake their head in disbelief, it's kind of nice to be off for one of those five nights. There will be five night weeks in the future and I will again be able to enjoy all of those things. Just not this week. Unless they call me in.
