Ergo chronicles second event.

My second job as a nurse was via a temporary agency. I was young and I managed to bargain for an underpaid price. I was 19 the recruiter was 24. The facilities that I went to were nursing homes. Nothing like a hospital or a confinement center. I thought tat this would be much easier to deal with. I was only half correct about that. I worked at a place in Arlington that was a nursing home that had contracted labor from my agency. This place was writing hot checks to its own employees and was allowing on wing of the place to be used as a living quarters for the friends and family of the NH's managers/owners. The meals were sub par and the pt.'s were not adequately supplied with medical stores.

One man there had no legs and was wheel chair bound. He had a bedsore that was his entire backside. I was able to change this dressing, I spent a solid two hours making sure that I could do everything i could for this man each time I changed the dressing. The wound was so deep that I could see the coccyx AKA the tail bone. I always went to this place. I never called in. There was a need for people that gave two shits.

There were other places that i was sent to via this same recruiter. I didn't make it to all those shifts. New places are a blessing and a challenge. You never know when you are going to get a place with solid staff and easy work flow. You almost always expect to work harder than usual and thats ok. But you never know when you are going to land a shift at a place like the one I described here. New places offer new faces and a clean slate. People won't look at you an visible think "hot damn he showed up" and thus the mind can try to function cleanly with out paranoia. My recruiter called me an asshole once when i explained that I could not go in to work. I ended the employer employee relationship at that time. In my youth and lack of insight I used this event as the main description and labeling of my end there.