Tired. Tiredtiredtiredtired ...
... tiredtiredtiredtiredtiredtiredtired.
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... *faceplant*
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... *gets back up*
I've been on 3-11 for a couple months now and I really do like it better than 11-7.
But I HATE SUPERVISING. I REALLY REALLY HATE IT. REALLY.
Ahem. You see, I am not a "take charge" kind of person. I prefer to think of myself as one of those valuable supporting cast members who works their hiney off and thereby makes themselves useful. I am not a bitch or a hardass, which is a necessary qualityto manage the kind of staff we have. I am not even very confident in my abilities as an RN yet, having been one for less than a year. But, due to short staffing I keep having to supervise our slightly-less-than-100-bed facility, often while having to pass meds to a quarter of the residents. And passing meds is considered a full-time job itself.
I never envisioned myself doing this. On quiet nights it makes me uncomfortable. On busy nights gives me a stress ulcer. Then it sends me home three hours late so I can dive into several consecutive bottles of beer in an attempt to forget my horrible performance. I got out a 2AM last night. My shift ended at 11. And then I come home to find a bear in my front yard trying to raid my birdfeeder for a snack.
Okay. I have to stop venting now or I'll never stop.
On a less self-pitying note: I picked up the first two volumes of Viewfinder on my last trip to Tokyokid. *Waves to
4everinblujeans*
...
...
... *faceplant*
...
... *gets back up*
I've been on 3-11 for a couple months now and I really do like it better than 11-7.
But I HATE SUPERVISING. I REALLY REALLY HATE IT. REALLY.
Ahem. You see, I am not a "take charge" kind of person. I prefer to think of myself as one of those valuable supporting cast members who works their hiney off and thereby makes themselves useful. I am not a bitch or a hardass, which is a necessary qualityto manage the kind of staff we have. I am not even very confident in my abilities as an RN yet, having been one for less than a year. But, due to short staffing I keep having to supervise our slightly-less-than-100-bed facility, often while having to pass meds to a quarter of the residents. And passing meds is considered a full-time job itself.
I never envisioned myself doing this. On quiet nights it makes me uncomfortable. On busy nights gives me a stress ulcer. Then it sends me home three hours late so I can dive into several consecutive bottles of beer in an attempt to forget my horrible performance. I got out a 2AM last night. My shift ended at 11. And then I come home to find a bear in my front yard trying to raid my birdfeeder for a snack.
Okay. I have to stop venting now or I'll never stop.
On a less self-pitying note: I picked up the first two volumes of Viewfinder on my last trip to Tokyokid. *Waves to
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