I hate my job! I really hate it, but I am attempting to stay put until the end of the summer. I have big plans - huge - when the fall arrives and all I need to do in remain calm and endure until then. It is very difficult at times and there are those days where I want to say, "fuck it" and head for the door. That is when I need to take a moment and remind myself that I have a goal and I need to manage frustration and think of the end results.
My way of thinking for my current position is different than anything I have done before. I am working as a staff position and in doing so I punch in, go where they tell me and punch out. I have zero desire to go the extra mile, do any favors of get conned into helping the facility out. The facility can kiss my ass. I agreed to work specific shifts and my responsibility ends there.
This past week someone suggested I join a committee and attempt to ladder. I actually laughed at that. I explained that I have no intention of doing either. My comments garnered a look of both shock and surprise. I was not going to explain my plans called for me to move in a few months and felt it was none of their business.
I get the calls that beg for help when a certain unit is short, but I never call back. I get dumped on enough without volunteering for more. I stay put!
The happiest day in my life will be walking out of that horrible facility for the final time. That single thought is the only thing that drives me on the really dark days and each day I inch a little closer to the dream.
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