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Saturday, July 10, 2004
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Have a look at the above link :p

Its been a busy week. I hate to say it already, but I hate work. It sounds as though this job will be absolutely no different from my last one. Just as bad if not worse. I went for my second supernumery day yesterday, supernumery means that I am sposed to be teamed with someone and spend the day follwing them about and asking questions about the things I need to know. I was ok with that because of having two moles off my neck on Thursday night, on on each side, 3 stitches each side, so I was rather sore as you can guess. So I head in to work and they only have 2 RN's on the ward so guess what happens? "Oh Bek, we are gonna have to give you a patient load." "Fuck" I am thinking. So i have a patient load, the EN's are sposed to come help me, and they didn't. I put drips on the wrong rate, tkvo (or to keep the vein open) is 84 or 42mls an hour where I used to work, well here it is 20mls an hour...crap...oops! I didn't kill anyone but I think they expected more from me.
I feel like shit, I shouldn't be nursing, I have no self confidence at work at all... which is probably why at my old job I was always talking things through with them, cause I need to reassure myself. That aint gonna be happening at my new job. *sighs* I hate it, hate it.
My dad kinda ruined the whole buying my first car thing too. He got irate with the guy at the car place and grabbed the paper work and yell and all, and this was just after I had my moles off. I just wanted to sign and pay and get the heck outta there. I totally understood where my dad was coming from, but yelling at the guy and calling him a liar aint changing anything except for making him angry too. My dad is really embarrassed now about it, but he thinks the guy is a liar, which is probably really quite true. It was just a rotten experience and makes me wanna drive even less than before. I just feel like crying, probably also cause I got my periods, but I dunno, everything is just happening too quick. STOP THE WORLD, I WANNA GET OFF!

4:38 AM

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