Counting down the days....
Well, let's see... I've been at my second job for over a month (technically 10 days because it's weekends only, but I do 28 hours on the weekends) and I already hate it. My co-workers are drama queens, immature babies, liars, and alcoholics. And, apparently, management is horrible. The girl that works the other hall and does meds is knocked up by the chef (she got him the job) who is still married to his wife who is ALSO pregnant right now. She left her boyfriend at the time and got knocked up by chef-dude and they are constantly slacking on their work on the weekends because they keep arguing about all of the drama going on in their lives. Joyous. Of course, that means that I have to take on more of a work load. Apparently, the management HAS noticed that the weekends haven't been going so great because they told me that I need to take time off from my Mon-Fri job to cross-train on meds and on the MIU. Which is something I cannot do at this time as I am now staying with my patient overnight Mon, Tues, and Wednesday. Which basically leaves me Thursday and Friday to take care of bills, clean the apartment, do laundry, etc...
The alcoholic co-worker who works the MIU in the back has been acting very abusive towards all of the staff and we discovered last night she has been taking whiskey and wine from two of the residents to drink on the job.... And, so far, no action has been taken against her by the management.
I don't think I'll even go into how abusive (verbally AND physically) the residents are. And these are people who are in their right minds!! (Well, most of them are.)
Bleh.
I know it's a job and it's money, but I just want to know why I couldn't catch a break. Yes, we can pay bills now and we're catching up on everything, but I am so tired now and I seriously feel no joy at all. I don't get to enjoy reading, writing, walking, parks...nothing. I have fallen out of touch with what friends I had and that just makes me more sad. Honestly, anymore, my favorite part of the day is when my head hits the pillow.
I'm not giving up on finding a better job. And I absolutely cannot wait till the hubby graduates so I can go back to school and find something for myself. I just know that being a CNA is NOT what I want to do for the rest of my life and I have more potential than this.
So, yeah. Cheers.