I need to get this rant off my chest

I feel like a rant storm is cooking up just under the surface of my skin. It's probably best to get it out before I go to work.

The last night at work I had (Sunday night) was a tough one. I received a threat of a lawsuit from a patient's partner. That I managed to handle well enough (told the guy he needed to smarten up, start putting his partner and baby first and to stop threatening the nurses). It was actually a big moment in my life, I'd never told someone off like that before. I was so shaky after, but I saw out the delivery and he apologized after, and thanked me. Viva la birth.

The part that's been bothering me is that one of my co-workers was in a real bitch of a mood. I'd avoided her pretty effectively, until she went to go empty the laundry in the room I'd just had the delivery in. Normally I don't overpack the laundry, but this one time the woman was terrified of blood, so I did it as a temporary fix while I went to go chart about the lawsuit incident. She came out to the desk and snapped at me, not only in front of everyone but quite rudely. I didn't know what to say, other than that I wasn't done in the room (as a point of reference, earlier I had put a different patient's chart aside, asking that it not be gutted yet since I wasn't done with it: she gutted it, and I didn't say a word, just went around searching for the stuff I needed).
So I went and dealt with that laundry stuff. Later in the night I attempted to take some of her workload: I got epidural papers ready for myself etc etc. But that still wasn't enough. I had made popcorn earlier for everyone. I find it helps to have a snack at 3am for everyone to perk up a little bit and make it over that hump. And popcorn is snack-y and healthy. Well apparently when my break was over and I was no where around, someone finished the popcorn. But because I had made it it was MY responsibility. I could hear her bitching about how "that girl's really on my bad list tonight"
Fuck women are catty. Working in an environment with mostly women is a shock to my system. Most of my friends are men, and the few women I am close with have proven themselves not ruled by hormones.

Anyway, when I expressed my discontent to one of my co-workers, they said "she's having a bad night I think" and I said "that gives no reason for her to take it out on me like this". Apparently it had been her birthday in the evening and no one had remembered, or bought a card or brought food.
Well guess what? BOO FUCKING HOO. Only one person brought anything for my birthday, and I was pleasantly surprised. I don't EXPECT my birthday to be made a big deal of. We're at work, not some perpetual party. And if she didn't tell anyone ahead of time, how are we to know that it was her birthday? I didn't receive a card, or the usual potluck dinner we do for most birthdays.

Well I got home monday morning, had my glass of wine and settled into bed with cartoons when my phone rang. Work. I ignored it. The voicemail message said "Kristen apparently you're working with us wednesday night, and everyone forgot ____'s birthday last night so we're going to do a potluck, so if you could bring something that would be great" I could have screamed, but didn't want to wake James.

So now if I don't bring something I'M the bitch. Well I'll probably eat the food so I'm bringing stuff to make smoothies. It's minimal effort. And behind the smoothie is a large fuck you to this woman. The worst part is normally we get along great. I know she's a hard worker and most of the time very nice. And yes, everyone is allowed a bad day. There was just no reason to take it out on other people. Keep your bad day to yourself, or talk about it.

And now I have to get ready to head in.