February 27th, 2009.
That's my day.
The last day I will have to survive the insanity of my workplace.
Mind you, I've not discussed this date with my husband, or my manager, but in perusing the 2009 calendar today, it seemed as though this date reached out and grabbed me, called my name, and said "hey! I'm your man!" (You're probably thinking I must fit right in amongst the crazies, if dates on the calendar appear to be talking to me. You may be right. My resolve to be one of the only people in my department NOT taking psych meds is slowing fading.)
We need to crunch our budget, naturally, and make sure we can manage if I am not working the month of March. But I am truly at a point now where I just can't take this place anymore, and I'd almost rather be poor than working where I'm at. It is difficult to justify leaving your child in daycare to go to a job you just can't stand. And I'd like to get out of this situation before I become completely burned out on nursing, and turn in to one of those nasty, old, jaded nurses who hates everyone she comes in contact with...like...most of...my...co-workers.
2 comments:
ewwww.Nurse Ratchet here we come! yes, you have to really like your job in order to be cool with daycare. I, personally, loved my job, and I know that it can make all the difference. When you're in Puyallup, you'll feel so much better! I can't believe how big she is! She was just a couple weeks old when I last saw her!
Good luck with your goal, I hope it works out!
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