Finally, I found some time to write. I've miss waking up, drinking my coffee and writing. So, let's start. I need to catch up what's going on around here, and it's a lot. I wasn't active, because I just didn't found the time to sit and share my story's with you.
In my last post, I've mentioned that I started new job, and that I'm not so sure if this is the right one. Like always, first month is the easy one. You're learning how to work, meeting new resident's and co-workers, and this is so exciting. You don't work so much, because first month you're never alone, someone is always helping to do your job right. I though this is so easy. You have time for residents, to talk with them and playing different board games, because this make them happy and calm.
You are only responsible for one floor and you really have time to dedicate yourself completely to the work you are paid for. So, you don’t do nursing, you don’t have to go to rooms when residents need help showering or feeding because I don’t get any extra money for this job, and I don’t have that education. But as usual, it was just one big lie. As soon as the trial month passed, I had to work on 3 floors. This means that you have to prepare food for a huge number of people, clean everything up, do care for certain residents and so on, until dinner. The working day lasts 12 hours. But that was not a problem. The problem was that I didn't have a minute to sit down and deal with the residents, besides taking care of their food and making sure they drank and ate enough and escorted them to their rooms in the evening. That should be my job. After one month I mentioned to my boss about my illness and that stressful environment is not right one for me. It's not that I didn't want to work, but there was some co-workers with the same education like me, and they were working just on one floor, because they have been working there for several years and have certain privileges. Of course not everyone, the rest do the same as the medical staff, although this is not our job, but no one complains. Based on previous experience in the services, I too was quiet and worked like crazy to prove I could. Not to the boss, but to myself. And as usual, I counted heavily. I just don’t want to admit that stressful work isn’t for me, even though I really like this job, but almost all firms take advantage of workers who don’t have the education to work in nursing, because they don’t have to pay allowances. However, if something happens to the patient when I give him pills or feed and shower him, it is my fault. I know I can’t move a 180-pound man from bed to wheelchair on my own. But you have to. After a month, I noticed that my health was deteriorating. I spent most of my time on the toilet again and had absent seizures in the evening. I was aware of the reason but there was unfortunately no other choice because I need a job. I was really sad when my husband told me what the workers with my education were doing there where my husband is working. They only do what they are paid to do. They are not allowed to feed people, do care, give pills, in principle they don't go to the rooms at all, even to bring them food. They prepare food, write notes of how much someone drinks and eats, and entertain people. You are in the dining room with them and watch out for them. And that's that. Great for me. My husband repeatedly asked his boss if I could come and work for them, but unfortunately they didn't need additional workers. Somehow I was still hoping and expecting to be offered a job there, but over time I somehow came to terms with the fact, that there would probably be nothing out of it.
Although I tried to hide the pain and attacks from him, I failed. He always notices when something is wrong with me. He was so nervous when I finally admitted to him that it was just all too hard for me and when he wanted me to quit, I didn’t want to do it because we need money.
When the pain was too severe and I started bleeding from the intestines again, I went to the doctor for pills, which had previously helped me and put me in remission. When the doctor took my blood he couldn’t believe how I could stand at all. How? Because I am stubborn and I will not give up.
I can’t believe this job totally ruined me after only two months.
And then the news came. Two weeks ago, when I was at work, my husband called me and told me to resign because they needed a worker from July onwards, and his boss asked if I could come. I can’t describe that feeling. I was actually relieved. Has anyone finally heard my inner screaming and pain?
I have never been more happy to go to the office to resign. My contract ends in mid-July and a new one begins in the end of July.
Although I have already kind of made friends with certain co-workers,and they don't want me to leave,but this is not the time to look at others, but at myself! I am a person who makes contacts quickly and likes to meet new people. I am a person who always enjoys new adventures.
I'm so looking forward to it.
We are heading towards new adventures. Again, but with more joy.
If you do not expect the unexpected you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by search or trail. - Heraclitus
Guys, thanks for reading ☺
With love, @tinabrezpike 💜
It's so great to hear you are changing jobs for the better! Relieved is the word :)
Bravo in srečno!
@tipu curate
Hey, it looks like it will finally be job that won't pull the last of my strength out of me. It’s so funny, the same profession only that this is different firm, and you actually do what your education allows you to do. The exploitation of workers in Austria has been really awful lately. I hope it really will be as they described. We will see... 😏
Hvala in pozdrave v Slovenijo 😎
nice photography
Thank you 🤗
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