I have not learned to love my new job yet. I don’t know what it is or why I can’t. I think my lack of love for it has to do with Covid-19 and I’ve been really anxious this year. It could be just me.
I should love my new job. The pay is much better. It is basically doing what I was doing before. Everyone I work with is nice and I still work with some of the same people that I did before. I know many of the participants we serve already, because we transported when I was at Swartz. The benefits are better. Perhaps only the PTO and sick time are about the same as my old job. Still trying to figure that one out.
The downside is I miss my old work. I miss Swartz. My husband still works there so I still have a strong connection to the place. That’s good.
I really miss my van at Swartz. I drive a shuttle bus at the new job. It is basically all mine–I take the keys home with me and I am the only one that drives it. It is just so much bigger than what I used to drive. And the ride is rougher. I definitely don’t like that for my passengers. I can deal with the bumpy bounciness. It is the noise that bothers me (and them.)
The new job is less organized that the old. That sucks, especially when we aren’t really open yet–our center is only open for clinic appointments and physical therapy. Still no participants coming to the day center just to hang out, eat, and get involved in activities.
I take participants to outside appointments. Most days I only have 1 or 2 appointments. I am used to having down time but at the new job I feel more at loose ends. Of course, I feel guilty in having so much downtime because the pay is so much more. Yet, I don’t want to go hang out at the center for fear I’ll be in the way…at least until I learn more of the business or the participants come back at full force.
I don’t know. The real downside is I have to look for a new doctor. That sucks because too many doctors suck. The ones that don’t aren’t accepting new patients. No doc does evening hours and I hate taking off work for an appointment. I want something close to home–which my old doc was–but the only one somewhat close is one I don’t really care for. They were supposed to call me to let me know if they were accepting new patients–they haven’t yet. Another office I reached out to was supposed to get back to me–haven’t heard from them either. I hate looking for a new doctor!
I suppose I am not dealing well with all the changes this year. Well, in addition to all the madness going on in the world.
One good thing–no more polyester uniform!! Now that’s something to celebrate. I get to wear my own clothes, and I can wear shorts at my new job. I am much cooler than I was and….yet another confession: my nipples stopped itching. HA! Yeah, I think I am allergic to polyester.
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