It's not the most fun part of being a nurse, because basically you feel like your working your first day of a new job but without the support or orientation. But the upside, floating always make me appreciate my home unit and get warm fuzzies when I get to go back. And another upside? I got to leave at 3:30 today because my float unit didn't need me anymore and my home unit was overstaffed too. So I got to go home early to the puppies and even get in a Tidal Wheel class :) Normally I get home at 8-8:30, just in time to stuff my face, shower, and fall immediately to bed. So those few extra hours today felt like a decadent gift.
2. This guy. He can be such a pain in the butt and gets into chewing frenzies where he thinks our entire house is candy coated and edible. But I am a little bit obsessed with him. And if I may brag for a moment: he has gone 3 days without an accident and the last 3 days he has started to cry at the door and then go to the bathroom if we let him out. I know that may not sound all that exciting for anyone who doesn't have a dog or has an older dog, but for someone house-training a puppy that is friggin' incredible. I never thought I could get so excited and proud over a dog peeing or pooping outside. But every time he does I want to throw him a little puppy party.
If I didn't feel like a responsible adult before George has definitely made me feel like one. I get up half an hour early for work (which means 5:15am), in these Arctic temperatures no less, to make sure he gets let out not once, but two times, and has some time for playing before he goes in his crate. I make sure his lunch his nicely laid out for the dog walker. And I don't even mind it!
I know, I know. A little much right? I think it might have been all my years as a Fan resident, but there's just something that really gets to me about improper city parking. There are signs for a reason people! You do not block driveways or alleys under any circumstances. It was not my most zen moment. But I had just spent an entire shift at work feeling like the new kid in school and I had been up since 5:15.
So of course a few minutes after I spoke to the nice dispatcher at the non-emergency police (who probably hated me for wasting her time) the guy comes and gets in his car, sees the note, sheepishly apologizes, and drives away.
And I felt a deep, deep spiral of Catholic guilt (appropriate for Ash Wednesday though amiright?). I immediately called back the non-emergency police and told them the car was gone and there was no need. I did not continue my rampage and demand justice for this free-wheeling parking hooligan.
It's much easier to get into rage mode when you're face to face with a car and not a human.
So there, I am telling this story to further assuage my guilt. Not to say I wouldn't totally do it again if some other person has the nerve to block my perfectly plowed driveway!