While Half Of Us Were Lost, The Other Half Forgot.

Some days, I want to just throw up my hands and scream "I give up!" Because that’s what I really wish I could do. Simply put, today was one of those days and I’m writing a letter of resignation as I write this because I have to leave that place. I cannot stand it anymore – the stress, the people, being short-staffed all the time, coming home to feel run-down and exhausted.

I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I can’t do this anymore, because it’s hurting me too much. This has gone on too long; I take it out on my family and my boyfriend and I hate that I do this to them. It’s unfair to everyone. My greatest talent lately? Complaining about my job to Erik. He tells me that I complain too much.

He’s my best friend – I hate treating him like this. It hurts me more than I can explain to talk to him the way I do sometimes about my job.

Today was one of the worst days I’ve ever had. One of our full-time staff members is currently on vacation (she left on Saturday) and will be gone for two weeks. We were supposed to have a relief staff member cover her shift. That person called in sick. Without that person, we are left with two people starting at 7.30 when we open (one a full day person, the other working only until 10.30), then two people start at 8.00 (one a full day person, and me – I work half the day, until 12.30).

We were fine until 9.30, and then we got busy. Busy enough that our wait-time, which we can usually keep under half an hour, got all the way up to an hour and a half. We had too much work, and too few staff. There was nothing we could do to stop it – if we could have, we probably would have started turning people away. We had to start lunch breaks at 11, so with the person gone at 10.30, and someone on their lunch break, we were down to two people on the floor – two people to deal with a waiting-room full of patients and more coming in every time we turned around.

The point is that it’s just too much. Too much work, and not enough time or staff to do it.

UGH.

– same blood – the academy is… –