Professional: Reasons for leaving

Tomorrow, I submit my letter of resignation to my boss.  It'll be the standard letter that I pull from the internet (yay Google) but in order to remember where "I came from" and why I am submitting this, I shall list it out in the ethos:

Why am I leaving?
- the encounter driven systema nd organizational heirarchy are not sustainable.  Something will have to give.
- miss collaboration with other healthcare professionals (colleagues currently work part time and are as busy as me.)
- keep closer interaction with an inpatient facility
- closer to family
- lack of autonomy and innovation in the workplace
- young and want the challenge
- closer to a major airport
- Austin is same pretention wrapped in faux openness and the gay scene has been "done"
- waking up every morning frustrated
- there is no cutlture of safety or preventative health
- too much typing resulting in the predecessor to carpal tunnel
- feedback not respected or appreciated

Why leaving will suck:
- my patients
- my co-workers
- limiting acces to kids who need it
- moving and leaving the perfect house and neighborhood
- starting over with a new patient panel
- farther from hometown
- leaving a terrific tennis instructor
- leaving great neighbors
- I had established the competencies of most of my therapists
- established business in Round Rock
- working with J. Beard

But a change can be a very good thing; and I intend to be open to it.

Me: Moving again...

It's been a long time since I've posted anything. 

It's funny how certain things seem important at one time or another but in the end, where you're "supposed" to be is where you often end up.

After working a year in outpatient, I am moving to a different job.  This particular job has been lots of fun and I've come to love and respect my co-workers.  But the brass in charge leave much to be desired.  I truly believe they are good people but I'm shocked at how disrespectful they are towards quality patient care.  I went out of my way to do what I felt was best for my patients and as a reward, was talked down to.

So I shall find something else to do.  Actually, I already know where I'm headed to next and I'm hoping that it'll work out.  That's one of the weird things about leaving a job...the uncertainty.  But Ekhart Tolle's book is extremely helpful in this regard.

I've been blessed beyond belief (I can't say that enough) and I know that this job just wasn't the right fit for me.  Just like I knew that some of the men I've dated are right for me either.  So I put on my "big girl panties" and bit the bullet and enacted a change.  While only time will tell how good of a decision it was, I am willing to throw myself into it full nell and see what happens.

That's it for the time being; I'll try to write more later. 

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Professional: Slow transition to asshole...

So as the days of my first new professional job creep by, I'm becoming more and more jaded about people wanting to do a good job and (maybe even more importantly) being capable of doing a good job.

This goes for professionals and parents alike. The time that I spend parenting people with kids who are years older and out of control is just immense. I think it's a bit funny that I've been taught all this basic insight into human behavior and parents seem to either overlook it or miss it altogether. Maybe there are indeed too close to the situation to garner an objective view.

In either case, I feel that I work and care really hard. I strive to always look towards the hidden meanings and I work to find the best way to resolve a situation with the least amount of stress and meds.

But I'm not getting the impression that anyone else really carries their weight in that regard.

Maybe that's why I need to make more money; so that I can then be very selective with whom I associate with (both personally, socially, professionally.) Because sighing customer service people, terse servers, slow ass and repetitious assistants are being to chap my ass.

I'm just sayin'...

I may be a bit terse today because I'm waiting for the results of my board exams which still aren't in. I'm nervous because they don't show up on the website either and my colleagues are getting their results much faster than I did.

I'm having some deja vu; that ominous feeling like I had the time when Luke was getting ready to break up with me. Yeah, regardless of if I passed or not, I shouldn't let what happened with Luke affect my life or make me more squeamish. But it does...at least for now.

Ugh, I wanna go to bed.

House Headaches...

So in getting ready to sell your house, you must have it inspected. Lordy loo this has been a process.

I'm not one for surprises. Good surprises, yes. Bad surprises, hells no. So for instance, in knowing that I would selling the house, I got a Terminix guy to come out and walk the premises months ago. He said he didn't see anything he could treat. He even added the tagline "I would make it up if I could but I don't see anything." Thus I went into this inspection process thinking lots of positive thoughts. And lo and behold, I have termites who have infiltrated with lots of tubes. The treatment: 600 bucks.

I also got the HVAC unit checked. One of the servicemen was a hot young guy with black hair, blue eyes, dimples, and was dumb as hell...I loved it! :) I thought they gave me a clean bill of health until I got the inspection report back and lo, the HVAC is "off" 9 degrees, has dirty coils and is unleveled. Of course they charge me another 89 bucks to simply come out then 160 bucks to clean the coils and I'm not even sure what the rest will entail. Let's just say that I'm sure it'll be 500 bucks when all is said and done...

Then I have to get a vinyl guy out to "cut vinyl", a window guy out to replace wood, an electrician to replace an electrical outlet, a roofer to deal with some flashing...let's just say that I don't see this process costing less than 1500 bucks.

I guess I shouldn't complain because it means I get this house off my books...but it still hurts nonetheless. Ah, the awesomeness of home ownership...