I need a new job. Actually, I need a career. I need to get off my ass and start looking. I hate looking for a job, plus I really love what I do now; it just doesn’t pay. I did make more money this year than I have ever made–mainly because all of the overtime I worked. Then my cash cow quit. LOL. The co-worker I was getting all the overtime from (she was giving away shifts every week) went on to greener pastures. So I fought my way into getting an extra day a work–built-in OT right in my schedule. I am not too sure how 2020 is going to be. Hours are being cut. My extra day was cut. I was so pissed because my boss did not inform me ahead of time and he just did it right now, around the New Year holiday. WTF? Then I looked at the schedule and I see that even though he cut a day, he has put me on for 12 hour shifts so I only lose 2 hours. I can deal with that but still, I need more money. And I’m not sure if our division will pick up. We were busy until we lost some business from a major hospital. This hospital (or the corporation that runs the hospital) is part owner in an ambulance company and they are being made to give this other company their business. Even though this other company didn’t have a wheelchair division (and only seem to run one van, that I’ve seen) and it is a hassle to set up both wheelchair and ambulance transports with this newer company. Sucks to be them, sucks to be us. My husband says the ambulance side at our work has been busy, it’s just our wheelchair side has lost business. This makes me sad because we are really good at what we do…plus me and my co-workers love our job and our patients. We miss our transports out of that hospital too.
One lovely story:
We transported a cancer patient to and from chemo. She had breast cancer. We saw her at her best and worst. We all tried to be there for her and pick her up when she was down. I always tried to stay and wait for her to get out of treatment so she wouldn’t have to wait to be picked up again. I remember one day I picked her up from a day program. They had had a party that day and she was bubbling over with happiness because they had a DJ at the party and she was dancing to the music. She said it took her back to her younger years in the 80s. We both reminisced about Prince and the music from the 80s we both loved. She told me about the times she used to go to the all male reviews when she used to live in Detroit. It was a joy to see her so happy. Well, I was taking her to radiation treatment. I waited for her to get out and I got her return home. She was a changed person on the way back. It was so sad. I tried to make the trip comfy for her. I tried to cheer her up, keep her up. I felt so bad for her and it was horrible to see her feeling bad after seeing her so happy.
But she survived. She has beaten her cancer! When she was cancer free she was joyous. She also had nothing but good things to say about our wheelchair division–the six of us who transported her through her ordeal. She said we were like family to her–more so than her actual family–and that she couldn’t have gotten through without us. She called us her “A-Team”, called our boss (which got us a shout out company-wide), and even got us all cards and gifts. It made us all feels so awesome. We really love our patients…this lady is one of our favorites though but we try to build up everyone we transport and make them feel better.
This is what the patient wrote in the card she gave me:
“To Jackie:
During my ordeal I will never forget the compassion, empathy, and caring you pour our!!! Thank you”
This made me cry. This job has really helped me develop my compassion, empathy, and understanding. I am so overcome that she noticed and thankful for it. Thankful for this job and all that it has taught me.
All that being written, I need to look for another job. I need more money. Money isn’t everything but unfortunately I am in a position where I absolutely need to make more. If only I would have found this job a lot sooner I’d be happy to keep it forever. But I didn’t so I can’t. But I’d like to find something working with older people if I can, and in social work…I feel like I am good at building people up. I feel that is my calling in life.