I swear to everything holy and unholy alike, this year has started out with crazyness. Today is the first day that things have finally settled down enough to where I feel like I can finally think.
I went on vacation in January, to San Juan, Puerto Rico. I have to say that it was the worst vacation I have ever had. It wasn't bad in the sense that I didn't have a good time, it was bad in the sense that I was so uninspired to really *see* or *do* anything. In Europe, I am like the energizer bunny, you know? I want to go to museums and the pubs and chat with the locals and eat and drink and get laid if I can. In PR, I just kind of... wandered around. Did some shopping (bought some great stuff though), went jet skiing, went to a couple of bastilles... and hung out in my hotel room. Really. I think there was an entire 24 hour period that I didn't leave my room, period.
What WAS really cool though, was when we were visiting one bastille, St. Cristobal, a hunchback WHALE came to shore! It was so great! Of course, I pitched a fit because my fucking camera died, and so did my friend's camera that was with me, so I just had to commit the entire thing to memory. It was amazing. It cracked me up; the whale watched us watching him, and it made me wonder what he was thinking. Then the entire crowd attempted to speak whale to him... and I was sure he was unimpressed. Either that, or he was ignoring us. Or we were just making noise and not speaking whale at all... nah.
But hell hath descended when I returned to work. My previous boss was a knucklehead and had finally been fired. The new boss... wow. I did not like him from jump. I wanted to stab him at 'hello.'
There was something about him that just made me... antagonistic. There are people out there that just rub you the wrong way, but this dude didn't rub so much as body-checked. I knew that there would be difficult times ahead because we had a new boss walking into a messed up situation (the previous boss had been in his position for 8 years and literally did NOTHING that he was supposed to do), but he was such a dick about it! In our first staff meeting, he told us point blank that he had 'no problem firing us and replacing us with his people.' THAT pissed me off, fiercely! This guy was about to get fired from his previous job for doing shitty work (an employee's husband was working under him before he came to us), and he has the nerve to threaten us?! Oh no! Not even.
He wasn't joking either. He hired a few of his 'people' already... and let me say that I was not impressed. Lord, was I not impressed. Especially by his new charge nurse. She... yeah. Even her trainer told me I was better than her, and this chick has twenty years experience. I've only got eight! This nurse had also been fired as a manager from a dialysis facility for fraud! Fraud! Fraud, as a nurse? That's a career killer, let me tell you. But he hired this bitch, claiming she was awesome-fantastic. Yeah, that's exactly what I want as a charge nurse: someone who lies and manipulates the numbers to make her facility look good. Yeah, Medicare loves that shit.
Between him and his people, the facility has been turned upside down. I don't think I've ever seen so many tears shed by my coworkers. Everyone has been upset. He even falsely accused an employee of taking drugs, and when the drug test came out negative, did he at least apologize? NO! He actually sounded *depressed* that the test was negative. I was so pissed off that I decided, fuck it. If he wanted his people, he could have them.
Despite my distaste for it, I decided to be sneaky. While he was out of town I interviewed for another position and got it. Coming back into town and finding my transfer request all filled out and signed was something I was grateful for, because he pitched a fucking fit when he saw that I intended, and got approval, to leave. Why he thought I would take his shit I do not know. But I think he knew that I was better than his nurses, and that I wasn't going to be there to carry them. They're so awesome-fantastic, right? Let them carry themselves.
So tomorrow is my last day, but today was the last day I would see him. When I clocked out, the stress seemed to have lifted off of my shoulders, and I felt so relieved that I was finally done with the cocksucker. I wouldn't have to see him anymore. I won't have to hear his voice. I wouldn't have to be bothered with his superior attitude. I just felt at peace.
So now, I'm sitting on my couch typing this with my pillows and blankets surrounding me, happy as a clam. I start Monday at the new place, and it may not be any better. It may be just as shitty as what I left. Or, it could be awesome-fantastic. We'll see.
Well... what's been up with you guys?