So . . . this is what I've been invited to do:
My best friend from college (also, my future husband) opens his residency letter on Thursday.
This is a HUGE deal.
The med school rents out an entire restaurant, starting at 10:30 in the morning, and has an open bar from 10:30 until 1:00.
Then at 1:00, after all the letters of placement have been opened, they charter a bus to take the med students and their friends to Oaklawn.
Nothing like getting day drunk and then going to bet on horses running in a circle.
Baker wants me with him.
Baker's family, who will be at the restaurant but NOT the horse races, want me there as well.
And to be honest. . . I want to be there.
I want to find out what grand city and state I am losing my best friend to.
I might even be persuaded, just because of the occassion, to get a little "day drunk."
Here is the problem:
My case load has picked up TREMENDOUSLY.
Damn my ambition.
In fact, I thought, until this morning, that I was only slotting 46 hours per week.
But two phone calls and an E-Fax later, I find out that I now have 58 hours to slot.
58 hours that only I can cover.
EVEN if I cut the 180-minute therapy kids back to two hours per week instead of three. . . just until I can get a better handle on the situation, I'm still left with FAR too many hours to cover.
Which means, I can't really justify NOT working on Thursday.
Though, I did toy with the idea of working 6:30 to 10:30 and then rolling into Juanita's a bit late.
But is four hours even worth it?
So . . . here's my question to you:
Do I let down the man who has been there for me for 8 years and not show up for one of the biggest days of his life?
Do I set my business back and ignore my responsibilities and make myself feel like a Class A fool for getting day drunk and reading a letter instead of living up to my responsibilities to my business and my kids?
Why couldn't this happen two weeks ago?
When I was pulling a 28 hour case load and only working M-W and two hours on Th???
What really sucks is that THIS is my life.
This week, when I NEED to not be working . . . I'm swamped.
Two weeks from now, when I need the hours and the money and the build up for the business, I'm sure I will be pulling a 24 hour week.