My manager came around this morning to the Resus Room just as I was leaving and said to me all sorts of complimentary things (and you all know how how I deal with compliments, ie. not well) and then asked me if I would consider becoming a permanent charge nurse, straight days, and working only two weekends in six, and I looked her straight in the eye, and said, Yes, and she said, Okay, and we had semi warm-fuzzy, together, and now I start sometime in April.
I came home and thought about it.
Permanent charge. Screaming docs. Screaming nurses. Screaming paramedics with screaming patients and their screaming families. Dr. Weanus, all the time. Triage meltdowns in the Fishbowl. Missing housekeepers surfacing from their break room in the closet behind the family quiet room to go on break in the real break room. Medication errors. Incident reports. Paperwork in endless amounts. Huge responsibility. No authority.
I am such an idiot.