New Year and such

I'm tired.
Tired of being at the bottom of the totem pole. Of always having to grin and bear it. Of always being in the wrong, always having to apologize, always being the one who does the stuff that nobody else wants to do.

"Hey, the surgical PA is not going to be around for the next 3 weeks to write the H and P's on the pre-op patients or write the chief resident's post-op orders."
"That's ok. We have drc."
"But what about when the surgical PA leaves? You know she's moving jobs, right?"
"Yes. Drc will do it. Speaking of which, can you tell drc she's covering next weekend's call instead of A? She was post call the day we made the schedule for the entire next 6 months, but we just went ahead and made it anyway, we didn't have time to wait."

Just shoot me.

I suppose I talked to M about this stuff way more than I realized. And now, I have no one to complain to, to release all that anger and frustration before it drives me nuts. Which, I guess it is.

That's not entirely true. I have my Mom. And my Dad. And my siblings. And C. And J.

I just want to get smart already. And have more power and authority (You WILL respect my authority!). And that means I have to read. More.

And be more vocal. According to Dr. R.

Argh! Happy New Year, friends.