...when you're not sure if you're having fun.
So, it's been a while since my last posting, but I didn't realize how much of the summer had gotten away from me until recently.
It's already August 30, and I feel like I missed the whole summer, mostly due to the new job.
How is the new job going you ask? Well, that's a long answer to a short question.
I started the job on July 1, and stepped into the middle of a B-hive.
Here's the hit list:
The office that they were supposed to have ready for me wasn't. I wouldn't have an office space of any kind for nearly 4 weeks.
The computer they were supposed to have ready for me wasn't even in the building. (It would be nearly 6 weeks before I got the equipment I needed to actually do the job I was hired for.)
The woman who had been the administrator when I interviewed for the job had been pretty much shown the door the day before I started. Taking her place was a corporate vice president who obviously went to the "fear and intimidation" school of management.
The people who work here are actually some of the meanest people I have every had the misfortune of working with. They've thrown each other under the bus so often that the tread marks are permanent.
The woman who hired me, the DON, was demoted a week later. Nice huh? Now there's an interim DON until a permanent replacement is located.
The corporate VP seemed to take an instant dislike to me and acted like she was smelling something bad every time she looked in my direction. (Although I found out she acts like that toward just about everyone.)
So, needless to say, my first few weeks at the new job were not happy one. We finally have a new administrator, and she seems OK (except for a tendency to be a micro-manager) and we are still waiting for a new DON to be hired. But I'm not sure that I want to stick around to see what happens next.
Truth is, I miss being a hands on nurse. I can see that this job is going to be more about pushing paper than doing any actual nursing.I went to nursing school originally to get away from paper pushing, but now I'm right back at it.
I've discussed it with Steve, and I've decided to give it 6 months, then decide if I'm going to stay. Time will tell.