Surrealness

Tomorrow, I'm working to cover for someone. Friday is my last regular day of working at the same place for the last 3 years. A lot of changes have gone on; a new nurse manager, people shifting around departments, and more people leaving. Times are changing, and sometimes we have to do what's best for us. It's hard, but I think in life God gives us difficult decisions that we have to make because He gives us the capability to differentiate when we're making the right choice. Yet again, He also gives us the freedom to make impulsive and rash choices, as well as the consequences that go with that. That was me. I wanted out. I wanted an out, and was at the point I was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant going against everything I believe in. Walk out halfway through my shift, burn through all my call-ins, do that now even; as per policy 30 days is simply a courtesy to the employers. I could just...not show up tomorrow or Friday and no one could actually hold that against me. As I wrote on my Twitter a few days ago, I could peace out, walk out, leave now and not look back.

But I won't. I haven't. Why? I tell myself all the time how easy it would be; to just wipe my hands of it and be done, never looking back. The doors are right there at my beck and call. Why just walk out? Why wait? Because...it's 2 more days. And I don't really understand the purpose of intentionally burning all the bridges I've worked hard to build. I've never left my co workers holding the back while I just check out for the reason of "well, because I can." Why start now? Some of my former co workers have done just that, and I think it's crappy. Completely and utterly crappy. It's a cop out, but they don't care. I do. I do care. I care about my team and the good rapport I'm leaving behind, because I think that's why everyone has been so willing to work with me, because I've made an effort to stick around and finish strong. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Ok, I promise I'm not trying to brag. I just believe in putting in a hard day's work, even if your time at your job is coming to an end for whatever reason. Is that easy to do? Of course not. But I guarantee I'll feel a hell of a lot better walking out of there than most who just walk out without notice. In the meantime, I'm getting ready for my new adventure. 4 more days to go before I move; I'm planning on leaving after church on Sunday. My sister and her boyfriend are coming with me to help me get situated. My stuff's almost packed up, and I already feel like I have way too much. I think it's finally starting to hit me...

 

 

 

One side of my room of stuff...

The start of my clothes...and my cat being a clown