Friday, June 29, 2018

Sometimes you make a mistake

Before I begin, I must apologize for the long post today sans cute pictures and quilts.  Thanks for reading.

Back in the spring, I posted here and here about going back to work in the world of nursing after taking a much needed year off from the bedside.  I shared that I was burnt out, had a bad experience with a manager who treated her nurses as just counts to fill a shift and was living in a new city without the support of close friends(more on that later).  It was a wonder that I didn't convince my husband to pack up and move back to our old home.  Over the course of our first two years, I joined the Junior League, reached out to old friends and college acquaintances, left the bedside, became one of Richmond's most popular babysitter, found the perfect part time job, set up my sewing room and started to live.
Here's where the story gets sticky.  I was ready to go back to the bedside and with the recommendation of a friend applied for and got a job at the dream NICU that I always wanted here in Richmond.  I loved the job, my new coworkers, I got to work with some old coworkers, had my career all planned out(yup-RNC, grad school, magnet ladder-the whole works) when one phone call changed everything.

Back when I applied for my dream hospital position, I also applied for a school nurse educator position.  I very much wanted this position-not only was it a nursing position, but I would be teaching-something I delighted in when I was at the bedside.  I went on an interview, had a follow-up interview and shadow day and didn't hear anything.  I figured with the amount of people interviewing for the job, someone more talented and experienced got the job and I put the job out of my mind.  However, I did received a phone call not long ago with the exact words I wanted to hear "We want to hire you."  Except they were about 6 weeks to late.  I had already started in my dream NICU.

As luck would have it, my dad was visiting us, so my husband, father, bonus mom and I hashed it out.  We played out different scenarios, options, name it.  Ultimately, I(we) decided that the best option was to try and switch to less hours in my NICU and teach.  It was just not feasible to work nights and teach during the day.  No matter how I laid out the week, I couldn't make it work. And if I wasn't able to switch to less hours, than I needed to do the right thing and resign.

Bright and early this past Tuesday morning, I marched into my managers office with the hope and prayer that I could do both jobs.  It turns out there is a long waiting list for less hours in our unit and I'm not a special snowflake who deserves to cut the line(I completely agree).  With that in mind, I bravely turned in my letter of resignation.

To say I'm embarrassed is an understatement.  I'm mortified that I wasted everyone's time because I really was 100% invested in this NICU.  I also feel bad being giddy about switching gears in nursing: planning lessons, figuring out healthy lunch options, planning cute teacher outfits(after 15 years of scrubs-I'm totally planning OOTD).  I still have career goals that can be accomplished outside the hospital-most of which I will still be able to work on.

Here's where I need your help.

Teachers, what are your best suggestions for a first year teacher?  I will not have a classroom(I will be teaching at every middle and high school in the county) and therefore have to be concise in what I will be carrying.  I also have all of my lessons planned out(per county policy), but do have the ability to make them my own.  I was going to add music and update the powerpoints, but as for anything else, I'm at a loss.  In addition, I've never worked a M-F job, so I have no idea how to plan my week-help!!!

I really do welcome any suggestions you might have.

-until next time

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