This weekend, not so great. Friday I get to ship a patient off to ICU where they up and die. Saturday I get to play with a crack head. That is never fun. I'd rather cut off my toe with dull scissors than do it.
So, it's no surprise that I get popped by the local po-po on my way home from work. 51 mph in a 35 mph zone. How dare they hide out in plain view at the bottom of a hill!!
Officer Friendly, who is in the position to really cap off my weekend, has a heart and drops it down to 5mph over the limit, which reduces it to a non-moving violation. No points for Heather, and no ramifications on my driving record or insurance premiums. I'm going to chalk up my good fortune to the good old Nurse Card. In scrubs, wearing my name badge, smelling like an armpit.
I look pretty pathetic in the mornings when I get off work. Not to mention I have badass cleavage.
I'm not going to bitch too much. I could have had a fat ticket, and then grovel to Legal Beagle to fix it. I don't particularly care to grovel.
It's against my very nature.