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![]() April 28, 2004
Time To Turn
I ran across this little gem when I got home from work this evening: National statistics just released show the average staff turnover rate at nursing homes is close to 100 percent a year. Don't I know. My stress level is profound. I have a whole bitch session going on in my head but I'm just too damn tired to even talk about it anymore. What's the point. The old adage "you can't fight city hall", comes to mind. I don't even know what I'm the most upset about...people who care for people who don't give a shit anymore? Healthcare is not about taking care of people anymore...but doing the absolute minimum to save a buck? It's a toss up...and it all sucks. I need to put in my notice at work...but it makes me feel like I failed, I'm turning my back on my patients and the damn good staff that I do have. Maybe like a traitor? I'm just tired of the war...and you shouldn't have to feel like that at work...should you? You shouldn't have to explain every fucking day to adults that if you don't do your job in a place like this...someone is being neglected? I shouldn't have to hear that I'm spending too much on incontinent briefs, medications and no they can't have fucking milk for lunch anymore. The next person that tells me my expectations are too high...I'm going to get ugly. Damn, I can't decide whether to laugh hysterically, throw something or just cry. I guess I lied about the "being too tired to talk about it". I'm done now. No doubt about it...it's time to turn. Comments
I don't know what to say, but I will do this: *hugs you* Posted by: Burnt Fuse at April 28, 2004 07:51 PM
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