I was supposed to have the weekend off, and get to enjoy time with Mike and his parents, and have our friends over on Sunday for Sunday TV Funday. But instead, I worked last night, and I'm working again tonight. We may be short another nurse on top of the one we lost a couple of weeks ago. I am pretty upset over the whole thing, but I also understand why it is necessary even if I wouldn't make the same call. So, while I could have said no, and held strong to it, I just couldn't leave my boss high and dry, and ultimately, I'm going to make sure my residents are taken care of. Therefore, I work. I was super sad about having to cancel plans that I was looking forward to so much. Luckily, everyone was understanding of my situation.
My last day at the dental office yesterday, and I did fine until people started hugging me. Then, when I had to take the keys to the office off of my keychain, I just lost it. I started bawling to my boss. This place has been a great place to work, despite any drama or stress that may have come with it. My coworker there did the flowers for my wedding, the whole office supported me while I went back to school. It still doesn't feel real to me that I've worked my last day there. I just can't get my brain to accept it yet. I just don't get why I have such a hard time quitting jobs. I didn't go to school just to be a receptionist, so why is it hard for me to remove that title from myself finally? I'l get over it eventually, but right now, it just simply hurts my heart.
I don't have much else to say because I'm working too much to have had anything of substance happen. And I can't even really discuss the current drama going on at work. This is my life right now. Tired, overworked, bitchy, and living off of Panera, Wendy's, and lots of Starbucks. If only I could get an IV of pure caffeine initiated and infusing during my shift....a nurse can dream, right?
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