Well... That was Fast

Just a couple of days after posting my rant about being disatisfied with my current place of employment, I finaly learned the outcome of the interview process I started back on May 21. 

Apparently, it IS a good thing when the people interviewing you high five each other after you answer a question. I have been offered, and accepted, the position of Staff Development Coordinator at another long term care facility.  I start July 1. 

Just what IS a Staff Development Coordinator you ask? Well, I'll be responsible for hiring the nursing assistants and nurses, and providing all of the required inservice programs, as well as developing additional training programs for the facility. This job is the perfect merging of my previous experience as a corporate trainer, and my new nursing career. It's part training, part HR and part nursing.  I will also have the chance to teach nursing assistant courses, and do community outreach for the facility. 

I tried to convince my current employer to let me do this job for them, but that was never going to happen. I've already given my notice, and they actually seemed happy for me. (Maybe it helped that I agreed to work out the rest of the month, instead of just 2 weeks.) 

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A Search for Greener Grass

WARNING: Long Rant Ahead

I’m not sure exactly when it was that I started to hate my job. Over the last few months, it has gotten harder and harder for me to go into work, and harder still to maintain a positive attitude once I’m there. 

Don't get me wrong, I still like WHAT I do for a living, and am still sure that I made the right career move. Lately however, I’m not too sure that I like WHERE I work. I’m now more convinced than ever that I need to make a change. 

Although it is hard to identify the straw the broke the proverbial camel’s back, I can list a few of the straws in the pack: 

Maybe it was the day that a nursing assistant’s baby daddy showed up in the parking lot with a gun, and the DON called ME to see if I could go and see what was going on. (Fortunately, I had already left the building for the day and wasn’t trapped there while the facility was locked down for 2 hours.) 

Maybe it was the day that the DON stood at the nurses station and loudly proclaimed that “None of you nurses are passing your medication! There are too many boxes of pills in the med carts!” (Even though we had been telling her for months that the pharmacy we use was over delivering medication, and probably over billing for it too. But no, we were the incompetent ones, not the pharmacy.) 

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