Lockdown

If you're here, it's because I want you here. I've had problems with people at work, etc getting on my blog and chit chatting behind my back and it getting back to me. I'm totally done with that mess. This blog is very important to me. I post lots of things straight from my heart on here, pictures of my kids, my frustrations about life and all the little chapters therein. And, don't be a stalker and not tell me. So, I ask that if you read my blog, don't show it to everyone at work, if I wanted them to see it, they would have a password too. This blog, it's like a journal to me. It's my freedom of expression and anything that I type, and write is for my benefit.
Anyways...I can officially say that I got the job at Wakemed!! WOOHOO! I will start hospital orientation on May 10th and my last official shift at UNC will be May 15th! That's 2 weeks from now! WOO HOO!! I'm so ready to leave I don't know what to do. I feel like UNC has been exactly what I needed for awhile. But, I'm tired of feeling lazy and out of the nursing loop. I need skills people, skills!! I'm looking forward to working with some of my old buddies and meeting new buddies. I really felt good about myself while there.
I'm pretty done with people who make work their life. Work isn't life. Life is life. I mean, I have 2 kids, a hubs, a dog. I don't come to work to make friends and gossip. That's just not me. And, if I doooo gossip, it's with sass. You aren't going to hear about it. The disadvantage of working on a small unit is that everyone is all up in everyone else's bidnass. Over it. I don't have time for it. I thought about taking down the blog. But, I can't do that!!!! I love uploading pics and such tooo much. And, I love reading other's blogs. I feel like it's very important to separate your work life from your home life.
Anyways, enough of that soapbox, really.
Makes me wanna eat something. Dammit I love to eat.

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