Mondays always bring me down
Who: Cuddy, open
Where: Cuddy's office
What: After her weekend at the resort
When: 9 am, Monday morning, 29 May
Despite the fact that Cuddy walked into the hospital as briskly as usual, it was one of those rare days that she really wasn't all that happy about going to work. Sure there were always days that she was less happy about work than others, but usually she wanted to be at the hospital. She wanted to be doing something she enjoyed, something she was good at, something that meant something.
Today, though...she really wouldn't mind being back at the resort. She'd been pampered and indulged and generally spoiled rotten and she'd loved every minute of it. She had relaxed for the first time in several weeks. And she knew it couldn't last.
"Dr. Cuddy?"
"I don't want to know," Cuddy told Brenda as she walked past the clinic desk. "Unless the clinic is on fire or House is on the roof with a rifle, I don't want to know."
Brenda waved a piece of paper at her. "Sorry, but the lady from the DA's office said they need to talk to you."
"Five minutes," Cuddy sighed, looking at her watch. The relaxed feeling had lasted a whole five minutes after she got back to work. She shook her head at Brenda's puzzled expression and took the message from her hand.
Cuddy walked into her office, dumped her coat and briefcase on a chair and settled behind her desk. She stared at the phone number Brenda had written down and considered ignoring it. Considered, but decided against it. She reached for her phone and placed the call.
A few moments later she hung up. She slowly crumpled the message into a ball and dropped it into the waste basket. What the lawyer had needed to tell her was short and not at all sweet: the trial would be proceeding sooner than they'd expected because the defendant was doing a little legal manuevering intended to force the prosecution to move ahead before they were fully prepared. Cuddy certainly wasn't prepared. Admittedly, she wasn't ever going to be prepared but she really wasn't prepared to do this so soon. She needed more than a couple of weeks...like maybe a couple of years.
She gave a resigned shrug and logged onto her computer to check her schedule. There was nothing she could do about the rest of her life, but at work she was in control and that's the kind of therapy she needed right now.
Where: Cuddy's office
What: After her weekend at the resort
When: 9 am, Monday morning, 29 May
Despite the fact that Cuddy walked into the hospital as briskly as usual, it was one of those rare days that she really wasn't all that happy about going to work. Sure there were always days that she was less happy about work than others, but usually she wanted to be at the hospital. She wanted to be doing something she enjoyed, something she was good at, something that meant something.
Today, though...she really wouldn't mind being back at the resort. She'd been pampered and indulged and generally spoiled rotten and she'd loved every minute of it. She had relaxed for the first time in several weeks. And she knew it couldn't last.
"Dr. Cuddy?"
"I don't want to know," Cuddy told Brenda as she walked past the clinic desk. "Unless the clinic is on fire or House is on the roof with a rifle, I don't want to know."
Brenda waved a piece of paper at her. "Sorry, but the lady from the DA's office said they need to talk to you."
"Five minutes," Cuddy sighed, looking at her watch. The relaxed feeling had lasted a whole five minutes after she got back to work. She shook her head at Brenda's puzzled expression and took the message from her hand.
Cuddy walked into her office, dumped her coat and briefcase on a chair and settled behind her desk. She stared at the phone number Brenda had written down and considered ignoring it. Considered, but decided against it. She reached for her phone and placed the call.
A few moments later she hung up. She slowly crumpled the message into a ball and dropped it into the waste basket. What the lawyer had needed to tell her was short and not at all sweet: the trial would be proceeding sooner than they'd expected because the defendant was doing a little legal manuevering intended to force the prosecution to move ahead before they were fully prepared. Cuddy certainly wasn't prepared. Admittedly, she wasn't ever going to be prepared but she really wasn't prepared to do this so soon. She needed more than a couple of weeks...like maybe a couple of years.
She gave a resigned shrug and logged onto her computer to check her schedule. There was nothing she could do about the rest of her life, but at work she was in control and that's the kind of therapy she needed right now.