Twoday

Work wasn't as awful as last years dreadful 1st day, but I HATED it. I arrived and no-one spoke to me. Everyone was stressy although god knows what they had to stress over.
It was insinuated that I was a pain and not to keep on, try to pull together...I was told. FFS No-one has pulled with me and the other two PAU nurses for months. Then I got ordered to check the resus room. I wouldn't mind but I was doing stuff already and I got the distinct impression they were trying to get rid of me. Of course I may have just been paranoid and got it all wrong.
So I thought Fuck it. Let them flounder, they'll see soon enough. But I couldn't and did very tactfully try to impart some of my knowledge before I left.
There were more than a couple of times that I felt tears prick the back of my eyes and fought them off and to my credit (bear in mind I'm not quite normal) I didn't cry and did overlook lots of stuff not done as I like it. (this stuff isn't really important and doesn't involve patients but makes everyone's lives easier if we do it) They sent me home an hour early, in reality they prob saw I was stressed and it was a kind thought but I saw it as getting rid of me yet again.
I got to the car park. Our car park has been half taken over by some contractors . They're doing some work on the hospital. We pay for car parking at the hospital so their presence wasn't met with grace by me to be quite honest. But hey..A man is a man and some of them are really pleasant to say hello to. I drove out of the parking space to be met at the exit by a HUGE lorry half in half out with the barrier up.
I sat and watched. They were unloading huge pallets with wood on them. The guy was trying to maneuver this fork lift truck into position. I sat there 20 minutes...No-one smiled at me or waved and said won't be long. FFS This is a hospital. The car park is used by nurses doctors and physio's etc on call. So I got out and asked how long they'd be. They ignored me so I asked again in a slightly louder voice. The fork lift guy got pissy with me and said.. "As Long as it takes. I got a job to do you know".
As far as I was concerned he was blocking the exit, in a busy city hospital and he could have unloaded outside of the car park. It was just less work to unload there. I was really pee'd off.
Finally I got home and took off my uniform. The phone rang. It was one of the girls I'd just worked with thanking me for all my help today with stuff. I suddenly felt ashamed for all my bad thoughts and happier...Still not looking forward to Wednesday though!
At home and armed with breadmaker instruction manual! I made some delicious Italian cheese and Onion bread and have a cake in the oven too. I think I shall join the Home Baking Club Oh yes. I shall now become completely obsessed with cookery, churning out cakes and bread by the lorry load. Feeding the sick and making them sick. Ah happy days.
Hope I get a home baker badge or something...I can wear with pride. Or maybe I should just dust myself with a bit of self raising flour before I go out to give the home baking look?
Anyways on the TV news front. Emmerdale was classic tonight with The gormless vet and the post office tart having sex on the shop floor then pretending the rabbit made the mess.
And then there was the news. Now my Abby....Remember her? The girl whose watched horror movies like some kids watch cartoons? On seeing the corpse of the dead Pope on his viewing stretcher, through up her hands in horror and hid her eyes. A REAL dead body (have to say he looked a bit moribund) she was aghast that anyone would want to go see his body. Are they all sick or something?
Right must go check on my cake. A bakers life isn't all sticky toffee pudding you know.