A Girl in the Curl is back in school
This one caught my eye.
lately, there have been things tempting me away from my moral center.
One—the work scene. I absolutely, completely loathe my job. It’s not what I’m doing; I love that. But the people I work with are in such bad spirts, they’re so overworked and miserable, that they take it out on me when I neglect to do one thing or another.
“Nursing is a 24 hour job” the night nurses say, when I run around, panic-stricken that there’s one thing I won’t get to finish before the day staff comes on. You always say “Geez, we were so busy last night, with the code, and the admission, that I didn’t get a chance to change one of the IV lines…” and they roll their eyes and sigh loudly, and then spend the rest of the day shit-talking me.
My boss, who absolutely hates me, but can’t fire me because one person is out on maternity leave, another is on her second month-long European vacation in 5 months, two people have been calling in sick repeatedly…etc.
She jumps down my throat for every little thing I neglect to do. If I forget to dot an I or cross a T, she’s on it immediately.
ANYWAY…I got a call from one of the ICUs where I really, really wanted to work, and I’m faced with “do I go?”
I could go for just a couple months, and quit, but then, they’d expect me to commit to at least a year. But, I am leaving for Columbia in September, so I couldn’t stay.
Yet, the lure of just being able to quit this crap job I have NOW, and do something new, at a state of the art ICU, working DAYS instead of nights…ah the temptation!!!