Today is one of those days that I wish was over already and it's only 10:13 in the AM!! It started out awful. I was supposed to be at work at 7am but instead I woke UP at 7am. And what woke me up was my phone ringing because the hubby was calling me. I told him to hold on so I could call my work and let them know that I was going to be there by 7:30. The secretary told me that he'd let the charge nurse know. I went back to my cell phone and told my hubby I was late for work and I needed to go shower. I left the phone on hoping I'd still be connected with him by the time I got out of the shower and dressed for work. But when I got back to my room I found that we weren't connected anymore. As I walked down to the kitchen to get my lunch bag I said to my mom, "Why couldn't you make sure I was awake?!" She told me that it's not her job to make sure I'm up in time for work. That set me off. I was angry, but definately too tired to make sure she was aware that I was angry. My mom works night shift is constantly telling us, "Make sure I am up at 4:30pm to get ready for work." And now she has the nerve to tell me it's not her job?!? If I wasn't as tired as I was, I would've told her that it's not my responsibility to make sure she's up either and that I didn't plan on doing it anymore either. I suppose it's a good thing I was too tired to speak though. I know that would have caused a serious argument.
I got into my car and as I was backing out of the driveway, hubby called me. We only got to talk for about 5 minutes until he had to go to work. As we were getting off the phone I realized that I had a bloody nose! I wiped away any visable blood and pulled into Dunkins, because there's absolutely impossible for me to work without my coffee, and realized that it was 7:30 already. So once again this morning, I was running late! I decided to get a box-of-joe for my co-workers. I called and let one of the nurses know and told her that I was getting coffee for everyone, so waiting for me to show up would actually be worth the wait.
I made it to work, and as I was getting out of my car, I heard tires screech and then BAM! A couple spaces down from me, a lady was pulling into a parking space and slammed in the car that was parked in front of her. She proceeded to back out, drive around to the row that the other car was in, and parked in a different space. I ended up getting her plate number, and walked into work asking everyone if they drive a silver Subaru. No one seemed to own it. My manager then told me that I should call security and report it since no one in the ER owned the car that was hit. I felt bad about being a snitch, and the lady who hit the car was obviously having a bad day as well. I knew if I told on her that it would make her day even worse. But then I got to thinking.. "If it was my car, you're damn right I'd wanna know if someone it!" So I called up security and told them that I witnessed a "hit and run and then park" in the parking lot. I was asked to go outside and meet up with one of them. I pointed out the two cars and explained to him what happened. He took down the information of both cars, and number on the employee parking sticker on the Subaru. While we were outside, a man was walking into the hospital and he kept stopping and turning around to look at us. Eventually he made it into the building. Security finished making the report and left and I walked back up to the ER, when some lady came from around the corner and approached me. She asked me if I was just looking at her car with security. I knew she wasn't the lady who was driving the black car (the one that did the hitting) because her hair was defiantely shorter than the other lady's hair. My heart started to race and I started thinking "Oh my gosh! What if I just gave the wrong information about the car that did the hitting and now this lady is going to get in trouble for something she didn't do!?" All I could do was spurt out exactly what I had seen previously when I first got to work, "This morning I saw a black Hyundai hit a silver Subaru." That's when she told me that she owns the silver Subaru. I asked her if she wanted to walk back down there with me and look at the damage. She didn't seem to be mad about it, but she just wanted the lady to own up to her mistake since she didn't even leave a note on the car that she hit. She was telling me that she was surprised because she's had the car for about 2 years now and hasn't had a single dent in it yet.
Not too long ago, the guy from security came to the ER and told me I was in so much trouble and now I need to go to court since I'm the one that witnessed it. Eventually I got him to admit that he was joking. He told me he found the two employees and the lady with the silver Subaru said she didn't want to file anything because the damage wasn't that bad, but she wanted to keep the "case" open incase there was damage underneath. I felt better knowing that the lady with the Subaru wasn't mad at the other lady, because I was afraid if she got in trouble and knew I ratted her out, that she'd come and find me!
I know I did the right thing, but in retrospect, I feel bad. Now I feel like something crappy is going to happen to me because I told on someone. But when I thought about it, if I didn't tell on her, then something crappy would still happen to me because I was a witness of someone's property being damaged.
I have a feeling that this is going to be one of those days where I can't win at all! Everything is going to be a lose-lose situation! Only 7 hours and 45 minutes left til this day is over.. Oy vey!