Tuesday, October 13, 2015
But probably not about a nursing uniform.
<<< That's just the thing though, whoever commented on an unflattering dress like this? Other than to say how unflattering it is, anyway.
Still, not to be deterred, my post this time is about my uniform at work. When I first started my job back in April, I was told I would be allowed to have 5 uniforms. As a student nurse, I wore (white) tunics and (blue) trousers when on clinical placement, so it seemed obvious to me, upon qualifying, that I would follow this. I ordered 3 tunics, 3 pairs of trousers and 2 dresses.
Why I ordered 2 dresses, I have no idea. It was NEVER my intention to wear the dresses, but a very sweet support worker who was helping me with all the dull things you have to sort out at work before you start, suggested that the wards where I was to begin my nursing career could "get bloody hot in the summer."
So I ordered 2 dresses.
For almost 4 months, I stuck to the tunics and trousers - which were quite constricting if I'm honest. I wore the correct size, but I do have boobs and they weren't cut for boobs. Nurses aren't allowed to have boobs it seems.
Anyhow, after this time, with the hideous thick, nylon, blue trousers driving me to distraction in the heat of the summer, I cracked.
I bought some thick black tights (I'm painting an attractive picture of myself now, aren't I?) and I wore a dress! Admittedly, I had to shorten the dress before wearing it. It was made, clearly, for a tall person, and I am... let's just say my step-daughter calls me 'Little Legs'... You get the idea.
With dress shortened and tights on, I went to work. Well, the comments I got were overwhelming. Several people (bless them) said I now looked like a 'proper nurse'... I wasn't sure how to take that, I had been qualified for almost 4 months so I certainly felt like a proper nurse, but after a few days, I realised what they meant.
Oddly, changing from tunics to dresses gave me some sort of confidence. I don't know why or how, but it just did.
I now only wear dresses - I have managed to buy a few more for ease of washing - so with my trusty black tights (for dignity when bending over) I am now starting to actually quite like my job.
I'm not going to say that too loudly, obviously, it was hell-on-a-ward until fairly recently, but my confidence is growing and I might just decide that my nurse training was worth all the shite after all.
Thank you hideously unflattering uniform for your help :)
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
I spent the 3 years I did my training longing to get on the ward and start nursing. But now it's become a bit of a nightmare.
I'm not going to go into that here.
This post is about my lovely Kindle - without which the last 2 years (since I've had it) wouldn't have been as bearable and the last 3 months would have been far lonelier in the mornings!
On some of my placements (during my training) I had some rather stressful moments. Coming home to Mr KT-to-be (who has (a) kept up with the washing and (b) makes a mean Shepherd's Pie) has kept me going. Well, that and my Kindle. I've downloaded puzzle games, silly games, jigsaws (yes, really) and, obviously, books onto it. Those stressful days have turned into relaxing evenings (most of the time) due to my fella and my Kindle.
Since I've been working, I've had a lot of early shifts - getting up at 5am - and Mr KT-to-be, quite rightly, doesn't want any part of that sort of behaviour, so the hours of 5.00-6.30, when I leave the house, are mine and mine alone.
Now, because I've not had a good time of it, I've rather dreaded getting up to be honest. The alarm clock goes off and that terrible gloom descends. Oh, bugger, I've got to go in.
I do all the usual things, but while I'm eating my toast and drying my hair with the hairdryer (not at the same time), I put my Kindle on and read. In the last 3 months I've read some cracking books; the sorts that you don't want to put down (which is a pain because I bloody well have to) but it makes for a sliver of joy in an otherwise super gloomy working day.
I'll be honest, when Mr KT-to-be bought me the Kindle, I did wonder if I'd get 'bored' with it. Would it be a gimmick? Could it ever do the job of a proper, physical book? The answer is: Yes. It doesn't smell like a book and it doesn't feel like a book, but it's as good as a book in its own way, and that's all that matters.
Sometimes, it's the seemingly small things that make bad situations a little easier.
I love my Kindle :)
Thursday, April 16, 2015
For the past few days, I have been editing like a mad woman (as long as said mad woman is actually just about able to hold a conversation and drink tea while banging away furiously on the keyboard) and I have loved it!
After 3 years of
But herein lies the dilemma: I have finally been given a start date for my new job.
(Yay for new job and all that. Very excited about starting. After 3 years training to be a nurse, I now get to BE one!)
But that means that for the next week, or so, I should start reading up on a few things pertinent to job-shaped goings-on.
Except I would prefer to edit.
Should read up...? Or edit...?
Oh, the dilemma!