A great big Rant
Today I had to eat humble pie and admit defeat. It didn't taste nice.
As I am now exactly 1 month away from qualifying with not a job in sight I have been having to think seriously about my options. One was Australia, although being married and all that sort of complicates any plans in that field (although I am still considering it). The other less appealing option was to go back to where I use to work and accept a Health Care Assistant post.
I got the letter 3 weeks ago from matron following a meeting I had discussing what was available. She said there was nothing. What she also said is that if there were no positions available in the trust for us (there are 2 others in my position) we would have to be made redundant. So the clever bitch has just invented 3 new positions that we now have no choice but to accept. In doing so the trust will avoid paying redundancy moneys equating to over 30 years combined service to the NHS.
It not so much having to go backwards, its the way she is so patronising, telling me I better watch my sickness when I come back cos "lets face it, you didnt have a very good record when you were last here". Ermm yeah thats cos Im working in a shit hole literally and never had a full weekend off. Lol she also had the audacity to say she can read me like a book- cos she knew I didnt want to go back after I qualified. Well that was no secret love- I screamed that from the fecking roof tops. And she continued- calling me belligerent before saying oh i didnt mean that i mean...at that point I no longer listened just looked into her eyes squinting with hate. I am sure she said loads more stuff which I am sure I would have been greatly offending by had I listened more attentively. So my worst work nightmare is currently happening and I have to be thankful for it because the majority of my cohort havent even got that to look forward to.
As I left I thanked her for everything she had done to help us and she was glad that I was finally being positive and seeing it as an opportunity. GRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr
I know I should stop griping about it- and I probably wouldnt be if it were somebody else as matron.
This means that I will be back to working most every weekend so my social life, which has been blooming over the past 3 years will be smothered in weedkiller work with little or no flexibility. So tomoro I am going out with kingsley and getting blind drunk wankered for one of final few times for a while. Next weekend im working 2 long days so no way of going out. the week after is the wake , then the week after my ball, then thats it. no longer a free person as I will be shackled to a contract.
I dont know whether to cry or have a full on breakdown...
As I am now exactly 1 month away from qualifying with not a job in sight I have been having to think seriously about my options. One was Australia, although being married and all that sort of complicates any plans in that field (although I am still considering it). The other less appealing option was to go back to where I use to work and accept a Health Care Assistant post.
I got the letter 3 weeks ago from matron following a meeting I had discussing what was available. She said there was nothing. What she also said is that if there were no positions available in the trust for us (there are 2 others in my position) we would have to be made redundant. So the clever bitch has just invented 3 new positions that we now have no choice but to accept. In doing so the trust will avoid paying redundancy moneys equating to over 30 years combined service to the NHS.
It not so much having to go backwards, its the way she is so patronising, telling me I better watch my sickness when I come back cos "lets face it, you didnt have a very good record when you were last here". Ermm yeah thats cos Im working in a shit hole literally and never had a full weekend off. Lol she also had the audacity to say she can read me like a book- cos she knew I didnt want to go back after I qualified. Well that was no secret love- I screamed that from the fecking roof tops. And she continued- calling me belligerent before saying oh i didnt mean that i mean...at that point I no longer listened just looked into her eyes squinting with hate. I am sure she said loads more stuff which I am sure I would have been greatly offending by had I listened more attentively. So my worst work nightmare is currently happening and I have to be thankful for it because the majority of my cohort havent even got that to look forward to.
As I left I thanked her for everything she had done to help us and she was glad that I was finally being positive and seeing it as an opportunity. GRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr
I know I should stop griping about it- and I probably wouldnt be if it were somebody else as matron.
This means that I will be back to working most every weekend so my social life, which has been blooming over the past 3 years will be smothered in weedkiller work with little or no flexibility. So tomoro I am going out with kingsley and getting blind drunk wankered for one of final few times for a while. Next weekend im working 2 long days so no way of going out. the week after is the wake , then the week after my ball, then thats it. no longer a free person as I will be shackled to a contract.
I dont know whether to cry or have a full on breakdown...