I haven't slept in 36 hours. I'm somewhat hyperactive. I got to work last night at 10:30pm, and was met with the words "So do you want to hear it now?" ..... "You're it." "What?" "There's you, an agency nurse, and K*" "You mean K*, K*, as in, K* who's only been here two weeks K*?" "That's right." "Right. And, um, does Marie (boss) know this?" "She organised it." So. Go me. Team leader for the shift. In charge of the paediatric emergency dept. Only one who could triage, only one who knew the computer system and how the hospital worked in terms of nurse managers, arranging admissions etc etc. And I was carrying the resus pager for the ward. I was in two minds. One hoping and hoping we would not get a resus. The other half kind of hoping we would so I could really prove myself. But it was an uneventful night. Finished at 7am, stayed at work doing art until 8:30, then went to classes 9-4pm. ______________*______________ The buyer turned down my artwork. Stating he'd found something more suitable over the weekend. Instead of regretting my decision not to drop my price, it makes me even more sure that I did the right thing. I don't know or understand why I think this way, but I'm even prouder now than I was before. I didn't want this person to own my work anyway. I don't understand myself, either.
