and so its over

I survived the week, how i dont know, but i survived my last week in outpatients.  Friday was particulary slow, i think because not only was i counting down the hours i was counting down the minutes and the seconds until 4pm came and i could escape.  Cathy bought a cake, and that was about all i got for working there for nearly 4 years.  So long, thanks for all the crap we put you through … have a cake!  Other people in the hospital asked me all day long, so whens the party, is there an afternoon tea we can come to, did they get you a card etc, i knew all the answers to the questions would be no, i knew that woould be the case when i told them i was leaving, but everyone else where so shocked, it was rather amusing for me.  So my last two hours were training my supervisor in how to do everything, and it was so fucking painful.  I dont think she honestly realised what was envolved, but well, i already knew that from the constant pulling me away to go work elsewhere and expecting i could catch up on a fortnights work in 2 days to only be pulled out to do someone elses work.  But i guess thats only really one part of why i had to leave, actually, im surprised i stayed so long, its just really going down hill, i think when my manager and myself and another collegue had to file complaints on another worker for bullying and harrasment and intimidation, and the higher powers from above just let her get off scot free, not even a warning, when they had piles and piles of evidence, and then say to me, amy you have to help her out and do her work because the poor love is a little stressed, ahhh dude she threw a stapler at my head because i gave her back letters and told her the letters were useless because you couldnt read the address on them, yes i know i was being captain obvious here, and to a normal person they would pick it up themselves and fix it, but she didnt want to, and well, they are patients appointments, might as well not even print the letters if you wont make them eligible. so yeah, i got a "stick to your own fucking work amy" and a stapler thrown at my head. 

I could honestly go on and on and on bout the reasons why i am leaving, why i stayed so long, i guess, loyalty, loyalty to my manager who did try, who did right by me, i guess i lept hoping it would get better, there were promises of restructure and moving up to a higher position, but thats been talk for over 12 months now.  i guess too, a little scared, you know the saying, better the devil you know, but its over now.  I have a promotion to the executives office where i work with the CEO and other members of the organisation for the hospital.  It will be a more professional and happier environment, and i will actually get to use my brain in this role.  hmmm i wonder if it still works properly.

So now i have the next week and 2 days holliday before my new role starts, i get to look after my beautiful niece for the week, but unfortunately my sister is coming down to stay the week.  So things could be a little stressful!  we love each other dearly, but we just cant live together, she is overly bossy and always has to be right, and i, well i can admit it, if a way is the opposite to my sister, then i will take that way and be stubborn in not changing.  yes it anoys her, but dammit she annoys me more!