Having finally ‘arrived’ in the adult world of full-time work and genuine responsibilities, I feel strongly that I’ve been cheated of something. Everyone expected that I’d just slot into my well-earned place in the workforce; there was no doubt that this would involve some hard work and long hours, but there was also the promise of satisfying and rewarding work. The deep engagement and motivation of my peers suggests that despite this hard work, they were reaping the rewards of their work. Not me though.
The hospital where I work is a constant maelstrom of noise and stimulation; beeping machines, phone calls, messages, demands, bad smells, chemical smells, interruptions, distractions, paperwork, takeaway coffee, mistakes, bright lights, fast food eaten on the run. I feel like I’m fighting against something, but…