I don't get it.
WHen I'm at work, all I want is a few days off.
Then, I have a few days off and I don't really enjoy it.
I'm alseep when G is awake, then I get up early, he heads off for a nap, I am awake until he wakes up then I fall alseep because I got up early to see him, and so forth.
Because I'm up all night, I have to be quiet so it's not like I'm getting anything done. Pretty much just spend my time on the laptop, with Adult Swim on.
I can't take much more of this--on top of that, pretty much every day off, I get a call to come in because they're shorthanded. I'm planning on calling in sick on my birthday and the day after (I have tickets to see Midnight Juggernauts) and I will probably get written up for it.
Do I care? Not much, since I will be there for another couple months.
How great would it be if I could work it out at UCSF and give notice now?
I could maybe learn some hemodynamics, at least, patients with PA lines, and I'd be oriented on days, at least.
This place is killing me.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
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