It’s Beginning to Get to Me
For years I’ve worked one of the hardest, most thankless careers I know of. While I’ve had more Days From Hell than you can shake a handfull of sticks at, it’s always been out of sight, out of mind. When work’s done, everything is forgotten. I brought nothing home at all. Nothing ever bothered me enough be it a snotty doctor, backstabbing nurse, lazy assistants, obnoxious patients, insane families. I had the bad moment, hated them for it but then forgot it. It was gone. The moment I left the floor.
But lately, it’s beginning to wear me down. I think about it at home. I wake up in the middle of the night stressed out about the schedule (the new swing shifts aren’t helping). I *remember*, something that used to not happen, not ever. What do you when this happens? Quit? Quit, I guess. Forever.
Posted on January 23rd, 2007 under Life • 
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