I put in my notice at the Assistant Manager job yesterday. In the blink of an eye this week, I lost a friend, I got a phone call, I interviewed for a job, accepted it and made some significant changes.
I don't think I am cut out for management. I love people. But I don't love people who can't deal. Thus, I don't manage(r) well. Let me clarify; I can do it, I just am not happy doing it. Last month my director put in his notice and left nursing to be, of all things, a Pastor. I believe he realized that the profession of nursing can suck your soul dry if you let it, so he chose to do something that fulfilled his soul instead.
You inspired me to emulate, Director Jeff. I did some soul searching too. I hate not taking care of patients. I hate kissing ass. I hate driving in rush hour traffic. I hate Saturday night call. I hate 14 hour days. I hate young nurses whining that they "have to work three Fridays out of six and how I am going to go to the bar with THAT schedule?"
That's too much hate.
So I accepted a transfer (and a demotion) at a hospital three miles from home. I will be happy there, because when I hit the time clock on my way out, I will leave work. Literally and figuratively. I can take fabulous great care of people and then come home and take fabulous great care of my own people. Without the luggage of management. Nice luggage; fancy, ego building, but not for me, at least not here. Maybe I will try it again some day. Maybe not.
My mind is peaceful. My head is clear. I will be a little bit broker, but a whole lot richer. And did I mention my new job is red neck heaven? Oh the stories I will have to tell you...