Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse they got worse. Work at That Place set a new record for being terrible.
For one thing it was Monday. Monday is always terrible at That Place. The patient load on Mondays is always overwhelming. It always feels like bailing water from a sinking ship in the middle of a typhoon using a paper cup.
It was a Monday after a preaching Sunday. The emotional dissonance between doing the thing you were born to do one day and doing a thing that kills your spirit the next day is jarring to say the least. It feels like a case of the bends for your psyche.
We were shorthanded. That usually means that three people are doing the work of four people. This day it meant two people doing the work of four people. There was no way we could keep up with speed and number of incoming patients. It was like shoveling snow in a blizzard using a fork.
I had to work 12 hours under these circumstances.
It was miserable. I thought last week was as bad as it could get. I was wrong. By the time I got home I was in pain from my ankles to my hips. I had to be assisted up the stairs in order to fall helplessly onto my bed.
The only consolation? I will never again have to experience a Monday like that on this job.