Long Hours

Oh goodness gracious you guys…this has been such a long week. I had yesterday and today off, but man I am exhausted. By the time I finished my shift on Friday, I had worked 100 hours from April 30 to May 10 with only one day off. Man, those are some long hours.

I can’t remember if I had mentioned it in my last post, but I volunteered to stay until 2 am on Tuesday and Wednesday, May 7 and 8, and I was convinced I was done doing that for a while. Well because I am a nice person, I also volunteered to stay until in 4 am on Friday, my Friday, and I was so exhausted. That made it 100 hours though, so I am PUMPED. Adding on hours to an already late schedule really does mess with how you sleep though. You sleep until the afternoon. At least I did. Luckily I live only 10 minutes away from my job, but I know some aren’t so lucky.

My residents know I am a hard worker and like to take on the long hours. My favorite reaction from all of them is when I walk in around midnight or 1 am to answer their call lights and they ask, “What the hell are you still doing here” as though they know I need to quit doing this to myself. I love each and every one of them, though, so taking care of them as long as I do doesn’t bother me because I know they are being treated well and efficiently.

I love what I do and do what I love. That’s how it’s suppose to be in your job, career, and even life.