So the TARDIS stopped by work today, and I missed it
Or at least, that was my first guess as to why we had a pitcher of cranberry juice from the future in the fridge.
Either that or someone in the kitchen is in a real hurry for it to be August instead of just having turned July. I like the first version better, even if it means I missed meeting the Doctor and the Ponds. Now if I could just figure out why it was so important to convey a pitcher of cranberry juice from next month to a random extended care facility in Connecticut ...
Meanwhile, orientation proceeds apace, and my favorite orienter (they don't use the term preceptor or, in fact, any useful word to denote "nurse I've been paired with during orientation") cut me relatively loose tonight, staying in range for questions and to make sure I wasn't doing anything dangerous/absurd but mostly leaving me to it, and it went pretty well. Tomorrow night we're going to work on getting me signed off on some skills that simply aren't required right now on my wing but are elsewhere in the facility.
Admittedly, I'm still having moments of "WTF have I gotten myself into?!?!?!" But they're decreasing a bit. A bit. Though the moments of, "Damn, I should've gone to LPN school first" are, if anything, increasing. Because, with alarming consistency, I'm seeing far more empathy, common sense, and competence from my coworkers who are LPNs (including my favorite orienter) than those who are RNs. This bothers me on more levels than I can count.
I've been awful about keeping up on the flist between one thing and another. I need to thin out some comms or something, because I do go back to "skip 60" or so at least every other day, but I know I'm missing stuff. Sorry. :-(
Either that or someone in the kitchen is in a real hurry for it to be August instead of just having turned July. I like the first version better, even if it means I missed meeting the Doctor and the Ponds. Now if I could just figure out why it was so important to convey a pitcher of cranberry juice from next month to a random extended care facility in Connecticut ...
Meanwhile, orientation proceeds apace, and my favorite orienter (they don't use the term preceptor or, in fact, any useful word to denote "nurse I've been paired with during orientation") cut me relatively loose tonight, staying in range for questions and to make sure I wasn't doing anything dangerous/absurd but mostly leaving me to it, and it went pretty well. Tomorrow night we're going to work on getting me signed off on some skills that simply aren't required right now on my wing but are elsewhere in the facility.
Admittedly, I'm still having moments of "WTF have I gotten myself into?!?!?!" But they're decreasing a bit. A bit. Though the moments of, "Damn, I should've gone to LPN school first" are, if anything, increasing. Because, with alarming consistency, I'm seeing far more empathy, common sense, and competence from my coworkers who are LPNs (including my favorite orienter) than those who are RNs. This bothers me on more levels than I can count.
I've been awful about keeping up on the flist between one thing and another. I need to thin out some comms or something, because I do go back to "skip 60" or so at least every other day, but I know I'm missing stuff. Sorry. :-(