You know you’re scheduled to go in but when a hurricane/tropical storm named Irma is rolling through, what do you do? Suck it up and do your duty, maybe. Okay no, I prayed kinda hard for a tree to come down or some mild flooding to block my road, you know just enough give you an excuse not go to work without having to really lie about your situation, but not so much everything is fucked up. After all lying is too hard, plus, I do have a little conscience that refuses to be an OG in times like this.
Why the drama? Because I choose to be nurse and nurses are expected to come in and care for people regardless of circumstances. Should the weather be horrible while at work or the Apocalypse, your pretty ass will stay in the facility to facilitate care to maintain a safe environment for everyone. Nonetheless, super awesome nurse I am not, kinda average human is my speed. While it is an honorable and at times humbling profession my brain/body prefer the safety of my bed, monster detouring blankets, and dogs.
Today though, I got the call that I knew was coming about how the weather will be an issue and to PLEASE come in a early for safety. The reality is nurses just want our relief on time or at least know they are going to show up, so we can get the hell out.
So YES, I hoped for semi-horrible things to happen near my house to prevent my leaving it and I don’t feel bed about it either. Luckily and despite my less than admirable shitty attitude to the world’s weather, the weather really wasn’t all that bad. There was steady rain, even some pretty hard wind but nothing that was really gonna impede my journey to work. So I forced my gloom-n-doom ass outta bed to find all the caffeine in the kitchen to bury my face in it, because you know all nurses’ blood is caffeine. Besides, my RBF doesn’t even budge without at least 2 cups of coffee. Keys in hand with a bug out bag of goodies, just-in-case, and mad-hatter level of caffeine in all my cups I’m finally looking at my car knowing there is a slim to fuck you chance that it’s broke somehow. Even when I slide into the driver seat I give my baby a pep talk on how it’s okay to be sick today, but she’s a trooper and starts just fine, a little better than fine. I knew a failed car was my last chance to stay and be a hermit in front of the TV. So I must go into the world, slightly unwilling all the way.
It’s official though, the Nurse Gods have blessed me with a path to work and damn it to hell and back, it’s the sweetest traffic I’ve ever experienced during rush hour traffic, even with the rain. Little to no cars, one maybe two semi-trucks on the road I really could not complain or maybe my coffee was finally kicking in.
One last thing, I didn’t just make it on time, my ass was early. ***Middle finger to the sky***