It’s been a week, and I love my new job.
I wake up thirty minutes later in the morning (still 5 a.m., but at least I don’t have to see the number 4 anymore), I catch the bus five minutes from my house, and sleep or read on the way in. The building I work in is brand new. I have my own mobile phone while I’m there, with a number specific to me, which is very convenient when waiting on phone calls from doctors and such. The people I work with obviously like each other and I’ve already started to become friends with someone my age. They’ve even started planning their Thanksgiving luncheon; I’m bringing mac and cheese.
I have to be on orientation for a few weeks, so right now my days are fairly slow. Still, it’s exciting to come in each day and see what treatments we’ll be giving. We do a lot of chemo, iron, blood, lab draws, and injections. I get to form a relationship with the patients, but most of them are in pretty good shape since they’re outpatient, so overall it’s not too demanding. The documentation required is SO much less, and I leave every day right on time, instead of being forced to wait for the next shift to come on. It’s fantastic.
Even though I haven’t worked four days in a row (let alone five) in years, I don’t feel overwhelmed at the thought of going back tomorrow. I’m excited to have a whole weekend to look forward to, and then hopefully years of job satisfaction to enjoy.