I really wasn't in the mood to come to work today. It might have something to do with the fact that I'm on two antibiotics and was running a low grade fever. It might have something to do with my personal life stress and just not caring about anything else.
Yes work sucks. I watched Office Space over the weekend and well Jennifer Aniston said it best, "I don't think you're supposed to like your job". Lord knows I don't. I've got my boss up my ass about health stream. So now you want me to watch both hallways while doing checks and be behind the desk working on this. I'm pissed you want me in two places at once, let alone three. Jackass.
While I'm venting, let's go for scheduling. As I told them, "My brother could do a better job, and he's retarded." One week it's 40 hours the next 16. Somebody is really bad at math because I am scheduled for 32 hours. Three times they have had me double booked on two units. Again, the expectation of be being in two places at once pisses me off. While I feel the snafu is in retaliation for my absenteeism, I know I cannot prove it. Otherwise, I'd be shoving another grievance up the ol' administration pipe line.
Please don't give my hours to RN's. Beyond it's not cool, it also violates the union contract. Firing off yet another grievance. I think I might start to like paperwork.
So, today when I started my shift and didn't see my partner in crime present I was a bit saddened. Ultimately, I hope he's okay, but really I miss his company. He helps me cope with this ridiculous cluster fuck called a job.
Icing on the cake, Nurse McCunty was on and started the shift with telling me where to sit. This isn't first grade bitch. I know how to do my job. "Check. Still Breathing," so please get out of my ass or buy me a god damned drink.
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