Tuesday, June 19, 20188:03 PM
Been back from Europe for 10 days now and reality has finally kicked in.
Got yelled at by a doctor over the phone today - a rude reminder why I have to quit this profession and find something else to do. I do not get paid enough to deal with this shit. Sure, I have met a lot of great people but there is literally shit around every corner you turn. The day I manage to leave the profession, I might just provide some detail about what shit goes on behind the raised bench top, because people need to know and the conversation needs to start. According to surveys, our stress levels are on par with those of doctors and significantly higher than the general population. I don't think I've fully realised how angry a person this job has made me become, till today. The emotional impact is just the tip of the iceberg. I cannot express how thankful I am for getting this job from the minute I graduated. But I do not see myself doing this very same thing in 10 years. There must be some other way. Poor working conditions, low remuneration, useless union, disrespect from other professionals, ludicrously demanding customers..what else? Sounds like a great reward for 5 years of intense studying and undergoing rigorous testing. I'm sure I've said it before but this profession's been going in circles. It hasn't changed in the last 10 years, it's not going to change now. If there's a good time to jump ship, it's NOW.
I have been trying to be in a good mood since I've got back and trying to convince myself that it's not THAT bad. After today's incident, absolutely nothing has changed and I still need to get out. It's horrible when one incident in your day ruins your entire day and it can be directly related to a single person. They probably don't even realise that they've ruined someone else's day, because we're all selfish. I'm past the point of shedding any tears about this sort of thing, all there is is anger and dissatisfaction. My tears are worth more than this whole situation. I'm worth more than this.
