dating the staffing office

they don't know when to take a hint --

I hope everyone had a safe holiday at home with a minimal amount of people and no one outside your pod!

Work’s cray. Some of you all follow me on twitter, so you’ve seen my ongoing messages from the staffing office, but if you haven’t, here was my weekend:

I know people say we’re not busy, or that we’re always like this over flu season, but I’ve never felt like the staffing office was trying to date me before, with the way they’ve been blowing up my phone:

Did I tell you I get emails, too?

I deleted 14 messages from my voicemail this morning. My own mother doesn’t call me this much.

It’s this last email that’s the kicker — when they’re willing to take you for like any fraction of time you can give them — that’s when you know it’s a shit show.

I’d consider going in, but I pulled back to back 16 hr shifts on Xmas Eve and Xmas, and I’m staring down the barrel of four 12 hr shifts (and possibly a few 16s if I get suckered) this upcoming week.

Suffice to say we’re swamped, and we’ve got too many patients, and they Just. Keep. On. Coming.

L’Erin’s getting slammed at her hospital too (she’s been slammed longer and worse, honestly) so this week’s newsletters may be more sparse, sorry about that. We’ll both come to our senses though after New Years and can report back.

I assume I’m preaching to a sensible choir here, but if there’s anything — ANYTHING — I can do to convince you to stay home right now and not stress out your local hospital system, pretend I’m saying it, and then get everyone else you know in your whole life to stay home.

— Cassie