Yesterday was my birthday. ANd I had a melt-down. Not a melt down over the fact that I turned 39. (THIRTY F***ING NINE! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?) But a melt down over the fact that once again I got a giant load of work dumped on me. Work that was actually taken off of somebody else's schedule and put on mine even though he had 2 hours of free space in the afternoon and I had no free space, no paperwork time, and once again, no lunch.
I basically started hyperventilating and said "No. I can't do it. I can't. I am not going to spend 13 hours at work when I only get paid for 10. I'm sick of it. I won't do it." And stormed off. And stormed back. To get a patient to try to do some kind of treatment with when I was fuming and about to lose it all over again.
I am happy to report that when you have a complete melt down at work, people respond. The schedule has been completely redone and I actually have not only lunches for the rest of the month, but paperwork time.
Happy birthday to me.