Got my 2 week schedule yesterday, and I work for the next 4 days. The scheduler told us she tries hard to never give us more than 4 days in a row. So I guess that's good. Another good thing ... (I hope) ... I got switched to another unit. I asked for it, and I think that smelly LPN got perturbed that I did ... there was an opening on the "self-pay" unit, and one of the other black girls in orientation said, "Ohhhh I'll work on Unit 1!". But then I went and actually asked for it. And got it. Oh well. Unit 1 is the unit I've spent the last 3 days on, and seems to have some really sweet old folks living on it. As I told you earlier, I had been assigned to Unit 2 ... which is the rehab unit, where people come for a maximum of 100 days, before they either go back home or to another unit or nursing home. God, I hope I made the right choice.
Most of the time lately, I've been wondering what the hell I was thinking when I signed up for the damn CNA class in the first place. Maybe I should have tried harder for a low-paying office job somewhere.
Anyway, I start today ... I'll be "precepted" by another CNA for at least 4 days. The scheduler said I could ask for another 4 if I felt I needed it. This is so hard for me. Especially with cramps. Grrr.
Jimmy's plane leaves in a bit ... he's headed to Phoenix AZ for a week. So it's just me and Hayley keeping the home fires burning. And Hayley has to handle it on her own, come 3 PM.
Emilie, got Internet? Sure hope so!
Thought For Today:
"Never test the depth of the water with both feet."