I've found myself thinking more and more of different jobs I'd like to do if I weren't a nurse. And the thing is... I can't think of one that I'd really like that would provide enough. Don't get me wrong, I really do still love nursing... it..just..... really gets to you after awhile. You're dealing with the sick and the dying, the sick in body and sick in mind. You're being lied to, cursed at, conned, and unappreciated. Your putting yourself at risk of exposure to a hundred different illnesses, some life-threatening. And they just don't stop!
When I'm fulfilling my morning ritual of paying alms to the Starbucks god in exchange for some coffee goodness, I watch the baristas and think of how much fun their jobs must be, how relaxing, how nice, what bright shiny happy people they are. I want to be a shiny happy person. Haha. No lives in danger in you screw up. Just delivering caffeinated goodness to grateful customers.
I think I need a hobby. I've thought of taking up a second non-nursing part time job...but maybe just a good hobby would do the trick.
