My mind is wandering towards some issues I've struggled with this past week with my colleagues. I try to use my blog for reflecting on family moments, with only the occasional reference to work. However, I have this nagging need to get it out, and afterwards, hopefully I can let it go and move on.
It goes without saying that I like my job. I like what I do, where I do it, and well, I think I am pretty good at my job. As Hubby has remarked on numerous occasions, not many people have as high of job satisfaction as I do. Oh sure, I have my days (sometimes weeks), when I question my sanity and my physical abilities to keep up with the pace, but then things quiet down and my perspective is restored.
Over the past 6 months or so, a wee bit of drama has been unfolding that has left me questioning who I work for. No, not my direct leadership but the higher level command so to speak. Gross inequity in pay based on education and experience.
So, I thought the worst had passed. I was done being mad at my employer and as is often the case when one lets go, my employer is starting to see the error in their ways, and progress (ever so slow) is being made.
Apparently, not enough change in the direction some of my nurse colleagues want.
This week it all reached a boiling point. I was accused of being selfish and inconsiderate in my remarks as I attempted to explain that what they wanted was more than we had a right to ask for.
What they really needed was to be "Jack slapped!"
Hopefully, their anger will subside and they too will have a chance for some Saturday morning reflection. Recognizing how far we have come....in such a relatively short time....