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Jun. 27th, 2007 01:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, it is my day off and I am still in my pajamas. I don't care who knows it. I have every intention to go and have a shower in the near future and to put on some real clothes and to go outside and stuff, bur right now I am luxuriating in the fact that at no point during today do I have to lift anyone, or dress them, or undress them, or serve food, or feed a person or generally do anything to do with work.
BLISS.
Anyway, a quick total of things I have done in my exciting new job:
Attacks On Self By Crazy Old Lady: 1
Amount Of Times I Have Successfully Changed An Adult Nappy: 1
Amount Of Times I Fucked Up At Above: 4
Cups Of Tea Made: There are no numbers big enough.
I can, however, successfully push a wheelchair with some speed and around some pretty tight corners, and my cheerfully loud voice is coming on apace. I am getting to know names, I'm beginning to sound more Scouse and Northern than I've sounded for a while, I have a hideous lilac uniform (I'll post pictures one of these days, it's truly awful; I do look like a proper nurse, though, which is a bit scary) and all in all I actually don't mind the job. Now I'm over the sheer visceral horror of some aspects of the job, and I'm learning to cope with the depressing stuff, it's really quite enjoyable and a bit rerwarding. I'm remembering why I liked the job last year; I quite like the bits where I get to talk to someone, or just help them out.
Also I have adapted to The Smell, which always helps in jobs like this.
That is not to say that I'm not desperately grateful for some time off. I cannot believe how tired this job makes me. I just sit in the sofa and vegetate and am good for nothing after a shift. Although! Night shifts are awesome and so much less hassle. A morning shift is bloody awkward, and if you miss your break - 20 minutes in the morning and then a half an hour lunch - then it's tough. However, the evening shift that I did last night (the horror that is the mealtime aside, they're always difficult) consisted of all of us, Matron and the RGNs and the one lonely carer of me just sitting in the living room and drinking tea for an hour, and having an evening meal of an hour and then getting half an hour at the end because everyone had gone to bed.
I know what shifts I'm volunteering for in the future. Especially because I get to sleep in during the day, then. Hurrah! Etc.
So, yes, time off. I should go and do something useful now.
BLISS.
Anyway, a quick total of things I have done in my exciting new job:
Attacks On Self By Crazy Old Lady: 1
Amount Of Times I Have Successfully Changed An Adult Nappy: 1
Amount Of Times I Fucked Up At Above: 4
Cups Of Tea Made: There are no numbers big enough.
I can, however, successfully push a wheelchair with some speed and around some pretty tight corners, and my cheerfully loud voice is coming on apace. I am getting to know names, I'm beginning to sound more Scouse and Northern than I've sounded for a while, I have a hideous lilac uniform (I'll post pictures one of these days, it's truly awful; I do look like a proper nurse, though, which is a bit scary) and all in all I actually don't mind the job. Now I'm over the sheer visceral horror of some aspects of the job, and I'm learning to cope with the depressing stuff, it's really quite enjoyable and a bit rerwarding. I'm remembering why I liked the job last year; I quite like the bits where I get to talk to someone, or just help them out.
Also I have adapted to The Smell, which always helps in jobs like this.
That is not to say that I'm not desperately grateful for some time off. I cannot believe how tired this job makes me. I just sit in the sofa and vegetate and am good for nothing after a shift. Although! Night shifts are awesome and so much less hassle. A morning shift is bloody awkward, and if you miss your break - 20 minutes in the morning and then a half an hour lunch - then it's tough. However, the evening shift that I did last night (the horror that is the mealtime aside, they're always difficult) consisted of all of us, Matron and the RGNs and the one lonely carer of me just sitting in the living room and drinking tea for an hour, and having an evening meal of an hour and then getting half an hour at the end because everyone had gone to bed.
I know what shifts I'm volunteering for in the future. Especially because I get to sleep in during the day, then. Hurrah! Etc.
So, yes, time off. I should go and do something useful now.
