I have taken a couple of days off work as I am exhausted. I have been tired and stressed out very much like most of my colleagues, which is what you tend to find when working for a company which is essentially disloyal.
So I have woken up this particular morning and the sun is struggling to get out, and as I look in the bathroom mirror, my heavily laden eyes are turning to a light grey, so I must be re-couperating. I am slowly beginning to remember what it was like to be re energised, on my second cup of coffee and am babysitting the boys. I may wander into Town, purchase some of those delightful Union Jack cushion covers, depends how I feel, and if the boys have behaved enough to earn a McDonalds.
Why do we end up working for shit companies?. It does not really make any difference if their big organisations like BUPA or small companies,their all pretty much the same at the end of the day, no genuine interest in Psychiatry or person centred care, and certainly no interest in their staff, which is so ironic as the two elements have to co exist together in health care, in fact its almost symbiotic.
I didn't always want to be a Nurse, I wanted to be(not a Lumberjack sic Monty Python)but one of the 'Men from Uncle'. I always felt I could make a great Ilya Kuriakin, then if that didn't work out, I could be Jim Rockford and drive a Pontiac fire bird, but 'twas all to naught' and I ended up being a damn good psychiatric nurse, in a profession that society does not care about, fighting the good fight for no sensible reason at all, if only that somebody should stand up to these idiots whom pretend to care about the Demented through their thin tissue of lies. God is that my epitaph?!.
Perhaps I should jump on a plane to Libya and help those poor rebels overthrow Gadaffi, fire off a few round from a AK 47 and throw in some grenades, then home just in time for the Royal Wedding. Alternatively will kick my heels around the garden, put up a hanging basket and plant some Oregano, much safer....
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