in case you didn't know this already...

my job sucks.

I worked a 12 hour shift (as a favor, becaue no one else would have done it) and I have one day off in a row of six days on, (three on, one off, three on).

I made a mistake (didn't give a medication) and basically came home feeling like shit--what a sucky thing to do...I'm so inept, etc.

Then I realized, the nurse who's fault it really was really did a great job of making me take the blame. She buried what she didn't do and made it so that I would have had to do lots of digging to find out what she did and didn't do, catch it and administer this med. Then she came in and right away asked me if I'd given this med...so she knew. How hard would it have been to day "hey, there's this order for this, but I didn't get to it. Can you do it?" But what she really wants it to make herself look good, and me look bad. This is why the other day she confronted me in front of everyone and said "this is why DAYSTAFF has to FIX ALL THE PROBLEMS."

I really hate women.

On the positive side, all this leave of absence crap with Columbia has been resolved. I spoke to the director of the anesthesia program and she seems much nicer (either she really is, or my perception of women is altered and in comparison to the hags I work with, she's not so bad.)

She was very helpful and there doesn't seem like there's going to be a problem. I think I was overly worried about my readiness--I think it's going to be much more laid-back than I initially thought.

125 days now.
All I have to do is survive them, and get my stuff ready to ship.

I'm feeling like a weight has been lifted.