It's all about the Benjamins (or in our case, the Georges). My little ER, without any concrete plans except "it's going to happen", is going Urgent Care at some point in the next 3 or 4 months. I will be out of a job.
No need for critical care nurses in that setting. Certainly they can get cheaper staff. Hours of operation will be slashed. There will be one nurse. Good bye, lab peeps. The will only need phlebotomists. See ya, X-ray techs. You're losing hours as well. Congratulations PT you get to keep your jobs.
Stress eating at work has become the new hobby, along with speculation, gallows humor, and the stages of grief. We sent Beth out for ice cream the other night and she came back with three gallons, along with hot fudge, whipped cream and potato chips. Screw the ice cream, chips dipped in hot fudge with whipped cream? DELICIOUS!!!
I have to say that the one silver lining is that my resume is updated annually at tax time, so I am in a better position than some of my colleagues who haven't had one in years.
I'm sad. I'm not ready to job hunt at age 58. I can't physically do 12 hour shifts.
My job has become a Death Watch.
