... because I'm a social worker. Well, that's the short answer anyways.
The long answer is because when I get called at 3 am to go out on a call, when I didn't even think I was on-call, I don't really plan ahead too well. I also tend to be overly optimistic apparently - it seemed reasonable at the time to think that I would be able to leave the hospital by 6am so that I would have time to go home and change clothes before being at work at 8:30 this morning. And it seemed easy enough that I could go buy a pair of pants real quick if I really got stuck. Ahhhh... wishful thinking!
Instead, I ended up being at the hospital until 9am, when I had to call the daytime crisis worker to come relieve me. Then I ran by my favorite store - because I'm short and they sell lots of 'petite' length pants. They did not have a single pair of petite length pants in my size! Or even in a size up!! So, then I was forced to purchase a pair of capris - because it springtime everywhere but here today! Here it is about 40 degrees, with a freezing wind and slight rain. And then, because I was wearing long sleeves as my top (which would have worked fine to switch from jeans to black/brown/grey dress pants) - I had to search for a shirt to go with my new capris. And of course - everything is short sleeved! A little over $100 dollars later I was suitably (albeit coldly) dressed to arrive to work over 2 hours late. Which is also when I realized that working that shift was pointless. I basically just paid around to be on call last night... *SIGH* I guess I'll just file this one under "Lessons Learned"...
If you want to hear the story of WHY I needed to spend 6+ hours on a single call at the ER this morning, please stay tuned for my next post. It will be titled: WHY DID YOU EVEN CALL ME OUT HERE? Subtitle: Why doctors make terrible social workers.