Surround yourself with positive people. It is a card Doreen Virtue posted on her newsfeed on FB.
It helped get me out of my funk.
It was bad.
This past week vacation, and the past month, I have had to make emergency child care coverage–at top price–in order to attend these God-awful department meetings which started at SIX a.m. I did it twice.
Then Monday of vacation, post-call, I had to spend three hours writing my concerns and complaints about the ‘new schedule’–one that severely cut both my hours and my EARNING potential. (I was being cut back from eleven ‘first pick’ days in a cycle to ‘none’ by merit of my being ‘part time’. This is what happened when the O.B. department decided to ‘disinvite’ some anesthesiologists from their labor deck. Four people were affected, myself included.)
The administration of the department, the leadership, ‘padded’ our change in January 2015 to give us equal income to what we had before–same call as full-time, only on the O.R. side.
Well, business on the O.B. side got slow. And they wanted what we had. To ‘make it fair’.
The result was a frankenstein monstrosity ‘new schedule’ with no input from me who volunteered to help make it–that took the very best of the O.R. for the O.B. people, with no concept of fairness at all.
The partners took heed of my warning, and changed the ‘fairness’, but just for them.
Now all of the part timers will get stuck with late hours, overnight responsibility, and poor earning potential.
We are chumps.
And it was taken away from us by angry and aggressive and not in ANY way ‘fair’ colleagues.
I wanted to die.
Anesthesia, which has been my dream, has in another way been a nightmare:
- The Iraqui woman who seemed ‘nice’ and ‘lived by me’ I worked for would take fifty-percent of my earnings on fertility clinic cash cases and fifteen percent off my surgery center insurance ones. The surgery center took two percent. And the billing company took seven percent on top of everything.
- With the new chairman at my work, the academic department where I trained turned into an anesthesia version of ‘survivor’ the TV show–complete with factions. I could ‘sense’ I was on the way ‘out’–but was powerless. I cried at work all the time. My child care was next to my work, but opened after mine started. A friend who worked at night would take him with her to his school. They gave me a LOT of hard time about a child being present. I was told to ‘get new childcare’ but I was firm about wanting to spend time with my son. That’s why I took him to work and picked him up at the end of my day. That’s why my contract wasn’t renewed. You know, all the other six doctors let go sued, and won. But I didn’t have the money to sue. The horrible chairman is now kicked out, and I’m still away from that facility.
- Where I am now, the partners took all the good cases. I’m serious. I didn’t do a single bariatric case for five years. They ‘berry picked’. I waited my turn, and then I was able to have some real income potential.
- It’s so hostile where I work, that on OB they’ve kicked people out of the department in two rounds, not one, and the heart room I established–State of California said my CV was the ‘best they’ve ever seen’–has kicked out two cardiac anesthesiologists, three nurses, and untold perfusion and scrub techs. (our precedent as a department was to KEEP these people full time).
- The Egyptians and Middle Eastern ‘faction’ who are the driving force behind the latest are NEVER going to ‘have enough’.
- The only good boss was at a surgery center in Little Saigon–he took nothing–and I was an equal on day one. This is because I replaced a staff who was out on medical leave.. This was in 2009.
- KEEP CALM AND TRUST IN GOD
- at the dolphin show we sang as a crowd, ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’
- TRAIN LIKE AN ANGEL