I wouldn't get out, per se, but I have definitely made the decision to cut my hours after a particularly bad incident involving unsupportive and catty staff members. I can usually blow it off (I had expert training in my sorority days on how to deal with the 'kitties'
), but this time was different. I had a meltdown, pure and simple. Not until after I left work, of course...wouldn't want to 'upset the patients.' I have never felt like I needed to be hospitalized before, but after this shift, baby, I was ready for the straight jacket and valium. I decided after much soul-searching that yes, I love my job. HOWEVER, I love it in limited quantities. I just can't do the full time crap any more. Life is too short to tolerate all the b.s. day in and day out...and for what? The good days are good, but it seems that lately the bad days are just outnumbering the good. Sorry for the downer, folks. Just how I feel at this point.