Chipper Dayshift Charge Nurse: Good morning, Susie!* How was your vacation?
Dayshift Nurse: It was wonderful, I had a great time. Until I had to come back to this hellhole.
Chipper Dayshift Charge Nurse: (nervous giggle) Oh, haha, it isn't that bad, now is it?
Dayshift Nurse: (without a trace of irony) Yes, it is.
I promise, the above conversation was overheard at work, and I also promise, it wasn't me. Not yet anyway. I suspect that I will actually have to return from my Grand Adventures, however. So stay tuned.
To anyone out there who is not a nurse, or a travel nurse, or in a job or field where it may be difficult to find jobs, and if you hate your job, and every cell of your body cringes at the thought of starting yet another 12 (or 8) hour shift, I heartily sympathize with you. Because just this morning I realized that if I didn't have just a few weeks left at this hospital assignment, and if I didn't have a bazillion other nursing job options to pick and choose from, I would be even more morose and depressed and whingey than I already am. And that's saying a lot.
I've had four days off of work, and it felt absolutely sinful and delicious. I slept late every morning (I love you, Mr. Melatonin and your little buddy Benji Benadryl), I cleaned my house (even the bathroom floors!), I cleaned out my closet (must make room for Paris shopping!), went to the grocery store, and dropped off the clothes at Goodwill. I also made it to the pharmacy because unhappy stressed ICU nurses must NEVER run out of migraine medicine.
And oh! The best part. HBO and Showtime On Demand. My thoughts so far? The Tudors: Showtime should probably have left the period piece to BBC or A & E. But I will continue to watch it. Because it's Jonathan Rhys Meyers. I'm obsessed with all things Tudor-history, as geeky as that may be. Weeds: Love it, but maybe a bit too much cops/gangsta drama this season. Californication: So far, funny funny. And pretty well-written. And David Duchovny? Yes. Just...yes. I have loved him ever since the days when I would have given my right pinky finger just to be the Agent Scully to his Mulder, and he rocks in this show, as a drunk and drugged-out bitter divorced misplaced New York writer bitching about living in LA.
So that's what I've been up to lately. Sorry, not much nursing content in this post. Mostly because I've had a few days off, but also because I hate my job. Which makes me sad, because I used to love being a nurse, and I've even had jobs where I would truly look forward to starting a shift. I want to love nursing again. I miss you, nurseywork.