I am. Last night was my fourth night in a row and none of them were quiet at all. I am not moaning about that, it is my job, I chose it. I am fed up, because we have a brilliant (please note, being cynical...) head office which support (cynical again) us all the time, so they started to call themselves and made us calling them Support Office. Oh yes, in your dreams. I am at the point where I prefer to say that they rather abuse us. You know, when you work at a place with great colleagues (eg. me on the clinic level), you don't want to let them down, so you are happy to do extra things. Well, that is what we do here. Especially my senior nurse and I. When someone call in sick, we are ready to jump in and do the shift. The support office people know this, so they don't do to much effort to help us in these situations. What they do is making decisions and want us to apply them on every clinic without knowing what is going on at the clinic really.
I got a phone call from them 2 weeks ago to inform me that they signed a contract to a vet and he is going to do every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday shifts for 3 months. I was happy and angry at the same time. Certainly, it is good to have a vet for 3 shifts a week, but the fix days mean that I have to do the weekend nights every week. Ok, I don't have family here and not too many friends, but working in every weekend is a bit much. At least they would have had the courtesy to ask me whether I am ready to work in this pattern. Well, they haven't called me. Now Mr. Fixed Days vet called in sick (actually his wife called) and I have to do tonight and find someone for tomorrow and maybe for Thursday as well. So they didn't bother to call me before they contracted the vet, but are calling me now when they need my work. Certainly I said yes, because the reasons I'd mentioned earlier. Thanks for the support, anyway!
That is why I am fed up. That is why I am going to quit.
