I keep telling myself that it would be so much nicer to do three 12 hour shifts and call it a week. Back in PICU, where patients are small and the body fluids are cuter. None of this call crap, driving all over the state in my ancient car which needs a ton of repairs(and new tires). Most of all, I hate the bullshit that accompanies my job. I haven't ever really worked a corporate job before. In the hospital, if you pull your weight, your peers respect you. People care that you can handle an emergency and that you show up when you say you will. If someone doesn't like you, you pretty much know it.
I have never worked with the amount of complaining and backstabbing as I do with this job. It makes me nuts. You would think that working with death and dying would give people some perspective, but alas, it is not the case. I'm starting to think that someone who I don't get along with is starting to sabotage my reputation-but that'd be CRAZY TALK, right? I mean, we're all adults, right? I'm not usually paranoid, but this week I was totally ready to walk.
Anyway, I went in today and talked with my peeps. That's right, I got peeps. They gave me some perspective and cheered me up. I love my team. I really do love my job. We also got to dissect some discarded organs today too, for an anatomy lesson and that made me happy. Tonight I'm going to get some rest and gear up for my last weekend on call for this cycle.
Oh, and check out Change of Shift over at Protect the Airway. There's some good reads.