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January 23rd, 2005

I'm sitting here, pretty much homebound due to the recent deluge of snow, and trying to amuse myself with tasks unrelated to cleaning and school. I was supposed to be at work this morning, although due to the inability to extract my car from the huge snowbank and navigate through the yet unplowed roads, I was unable to make it there. Which leaves me thinking about work...

I'm finally going to admit it: I hate my job. It's sad really, because I never thought that I would get to this point so soon in my life. And even though I know it's only a part time position that serves to help me pay my bills and have some pocket money (oh and of course "gain experience"), I resent the fact that I can no longer find anything rewarding about the work that I do.

I've written several entries about work before, most of them positive and enlightened accounts about working with the mental health population, but this recent switch to a new unit with a staff that appears to be in the same boat as many of the patients, I'm just so done with the whole scene. Maybe it's because I'm burnt out on the inpatient psych experience, but I really think that most of it comes from some of the crazy people that I work with, coupled with a new group of patients that are usually so far done or too busy calling me a "fucking trick bitch" that makes me dread those two days a week that I'm scheduled to go into work.

And I know, two days, how hard can that be? That's what allows me keep most of my wits about me, since I really spend so little time there, but when I'm there, sometimes it's like torture. Seriously...if I have to deal with one more horrendously psychotic patient who attempts to attack me or insult me then I might just throw in the towel right there. Watching Office Space today has reminded me of how fabulous it would be to just walk out without a care in the world, allowing everyone else to scramble after the patients that can't be found and trips outside in the freezing cold for smoke breaks. Screw it all...

Actually, it's probably just been a bad week, but thank God for the snow - that's just about my saving grace right now, until I find a more suitable means of income that is....



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