When I first changed my major to nursing, I always wanted to be an ER nurse. I "spent some time in the trenches", doing home-care, SNF, sub-acute, Med/Surg, Peds, mental health, ICU and Peds ICU prior to getting to the ER. I started in 2000 in the ER and LOVED it from the get-go. When I first got in the ER, nearly all of the ER nurses were well-experienced in multiple areas. It was difficult to get into the ER at first, but then they started taking new grads and things started going down hill. I really didn't enjoy being the charge nurse in the ER, but I liked having a "new grad" (less than 2 years as a nurse) being the charge nurse over me even worse. I had a hard time respecting their "authority". As many of the senior nurses left, it seem to lose the fun that I had. I became the lead preceptor for new nurses coming to the ER, but it just wasn't as much fun. As I started to have more of a personal life (my first 9 years in nursing I had ZERO personal life... work WAS my personal life.) I ended up getting married and moving a couple hours away. I now work full-time as a critical care transport nurse... and LOVING it. For example, today, I spent the first 10 hours of my day giving impromptu lectures to my 2 EMT partners that are wanting to go to nursing school. The two I worked with today don't normally do CCT, and they were both quite curious as to what some of the equipment we carry is for. I explained each and in some cases broke into math session or patho/physiology "lectures". I found it quite fun because they wanted to learn. I still get the occasional exciting call, but there is a lot of down time that we can do many other things. Somedays, especially if I'm working with a couple female EMTs, we go shopping. Many days we hang out in bookstores or coffee shops. During my 8+ months of full-time work, I've come across many emergency scenes, even though we aren't technically a response unit. Just last week, we came across a vehicle accident that had just occurred and we pulled an unconscious person out of a burning car. That was pretty exciting. I'd probably get burned out of it if that is ALL I was doing at work. Probably the majority of my transports are quite short (5.4 miles for our "bread & butter" call... a "stable" patient with a femoral artery sheath in-place). My biggest fear when I started CCT was dealing with ventillator calls... in the hospital, I'd always dealt with RTs that didn't like us messing with "their" vents, and now I was the one and only person to deal with the vent. After much discussions with a co-worker and some self-studying, I now feel pretty comfortable with vented patients. All-in-all, it was a great move going to CCT from the ER... I still like the ER, but I'm in a better mental state-of-health now.