I Know by Dionne Farris is quite possibly my favorite R&B song ever. Not only is it great but it says exactly my feelings for the shithole I work at/for. Having heard another story of a person with years of experience leaving. Just one more reason to get the hell out of that outhouse on the hill.
Last evening we both were exhausted, neither had a lunch break and neither managed to clock out on time. With all these new ways to delivery care, it won't be long before the executive leadership will be the only living bodies left in the building. I know the symptoms, the inability to sleep, the drinking, the absolute dread of having to go to work, the horror of being on call and the phone ringing. It's time to go.
When you have a turd for an immediate supervisor, how bad can it be? It can only be shitty right? How about the same question for a co-worker? Same answer! Along this same line, when is a sporting an intermediate school sporting event an emergent reason for not working? This is a healthcare worker in an American Non-profit hospital. Good Luck America, you're going to need it.
Last evening we both were exhausted, neither had a lunch break and neither managed to clock out on time. With all these new ways to delivery care, it won't be long before the executive leadership will be the only living bodies left in the building. I know the symptoms, the inability to sleep, the drinking, the absolute dread of having to go to work, the horror of being on call and the phone ringing. It's time to go.
When you have a turd for an immediate supervisor, how bad can it be? It can only be shitty right? How about the same question for a co-worker? Same answer! Along this same line, when is a sporting an intermediate school sporting event an emergent reason for not working? This is a healthcare worker in an American Non-profit hospital. Good Luck America, you're going to need it.
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