you'll get a kick out of this:

So, last night, it was a low census again, and it was just me and Andrea on with three patients (I had to admit one later at five a.m.)

Andrea, you might remember, is the one that was screaming at me on the floor, in the middle of an intubation "YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS? YOU DON'T LISTEN!! THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM! YOU NEED TO JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!!"

You may also remember that later that morning, she went to Phyllis, my boss, and told her that I was looking for another job, that I was unhappy, that I was planning on going back to school, etc...

So, last night (a mere six months, how soon they forget) she starts telling me how she's started looking for a day shift anywhere else, how she'd never work days at our hospital for the bitches that work that shift, how she's dying to leave, etc. She spent all night faxing her resume and sending emails and looking up places online and then she has the NERVE To tell me not to tell anyone.

Bitch. Do you remember stabbing me in the back when I asked you the same fucking thing you whore? How you went RIGHT to our boss and told her?!

Are you kidding?!

I wanted to laugh, and point this shit out to her, but I left it alone.
I'm like a guy that way--if I were a girl, I'd seize my revenge, cold and sweet, and rat her out.

What a bitch.