I read an article once, that said shift workers die sooner than the Monday to Friday type.
I know the Circadian rhythm (normal sleep pattern) can get severely messed up when working nights, and I can never get even five hours of full sleep. I find that I'm tired and maybe even a little miserable the next day or so.
I think of the older nurses that I work with, and wonder how much they've actually shortened their lives by working a sometimes thankless job.
One of my patients actually told me that "We're keeping you employed. If I wasn't sick, you wouldn't have a job." True, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that people will be forever falling and breaking hips, smashing cars up, and falling off of ladders while attempting to put up Christmas lights or cleaning gutters. (Yes, those are the most common injuries!)
Which brings me to another point. One of my co-workers was saying that her son's boss took him aside, and told him he was doing a good job, and that he was a true asset to the company. I think of my place of employment, and see that there is rarely any team building or positive support offered to any of us. No, sorry, I take that back. Almost 7000 of us enjoy that awesome leathery "hot dog" that we get every year at our "Staff appreciation BBQ".
As I sit back and watch the Management give themselves a hefty pay raise every year, and wonder why it's necessary for assistants to have assistants, I wonder why they can't just spend a little more on the people below them. You know, the ones that actually DO something and are the people which represent the Hospital....
No matter what they say, I think a "job well done" is appropriate, and those 3 small words are frankly all the appreciation that I need. Keep the hot dogs.
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