Locked Out

My stress level is starting to decrease from about 100 to 30 now. I ended up getting locked out of my place, of all things. It was around 1130 when I went to go pick up the license plates and registration for my new car. I figured, "Eh, since I'm already out, I might as well go to some fast food place and get some lunch before I get ready for work." So about 40 minutes later, I arrive home and realize that I grabbed the wrong set of keys. I'm standing at my door thinking, "Fuck." I didn't even change into my scrubs yet, prepare what I was going to bring to work for my dinner, or let the dog out. I could have sworn that I had a spare house key around the garage somewhere, but I couldn't find it. "Shit." I start thinking that I'm going to be late for work. The thought of being late for anything stresses me out tons.

I start trying to pick the lock and then calling local locksmiths. The weird thing is that none of the locksmith businesses were answering the phone. I'm thinking to myself, "What kind of podunk town do I live when where I call 6 locksmiths and nobody picks up their damn phone?" At that point, my stress level just shoots and I'm pretty much in tears out of frustration. I was literally bawling. I came so close to throwing things around. So what did I do? I called dad. Eh, if I can't get myself out of something, Dad can always fix things. Typical "spoiled daughter" thing to do. Good thing I left a spare set of my keys with my parents at their place. And you know that spare house key that I thought was somewhere in my garage? That was the spare key that my dad had brought from my parents place to let me in my own place. Oops.

So now, I'm sitting here in my scrubs...just about ready to leave for work. This better not be and indication of things to come during the evening shift. Please, please, please let today be like yesterday's evening shift...stable patients, no patient admits/discharges (yeah right...like that'll happen). At least I'll get tomorrow off to recover.