Last night was a super tough night at work. I was scheduled until 10 and clocked out at 12:07. Why? Because somebody died. An 11 year old somebody. There was a police investigation. There was a father who went to a different hospital (our fault not his). A mother who was out of country. It was a mess. Chaplin was called in as they are in these situations. It was tough. Father wasn't able to say good bye for several hours.
We made it through. Odd thing of the night was when they called the time of death the nurses walked out of the room and went right on about their night. The clerk commented on it. The charge nurse said "what else are we going to do?"
It was draining. I knew way more about this family then I wanted to from previous employment. My heart broke for them.
However much money I made in those two extra hours wasn't worth it. But maybe it makes up for the other nights when I sit and text my friend and plan vacations and still get paid. :) But not really
We made it through. Odd thing of the night was when they called the time of death the nurses walked out of the room and went right on about their night. The clerk commented on it. The charge nurse said "what else are we going to do?"
It was draining. I knew way more about this family then I wanted to from previous employment. My heart broke for them.
However much money I made in those two extra hours wasn't worth it. But maybe it makes up for the other nights when I sit and text my friend and plan vacations and still get paid. :) But not really
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