Once again I'm on the merry-go-round. Should I go back to work? Should I not?
I used to once upon a time work at a nursing home. I loved it there. Loved my co-workers
The problem is with loving who you work with or work for is that they do eventually go away. To Heaven. I really got a little tired of losing friends that way.
After one of my best 104-year-old nursing home friends decided that it was high time to clock out and go on a permanent vacation I thought maybe I should get a job elsewhere. Like in a hospital where the patients don't call their room "home." Where they would get better and walk out the door. The hospital was a good place to work, if only because patients DID get better and left the hospital in a more or less vertical position. Hospital politics? Meh. Let's just say five hospital presidents in the five years I worked there.
We started a business while I was working at the hospital. Initially the business was meant to be a little project but it kind of took off and turned into a real live j.o.b.
I was working two full-time jobs. Work/home became work/work at home/work/work/work.
The best thing about working at home? You don't have to get up and get dressed and get in the car.
The worst thing about working at home? You don't get to get dressed and get in the car and go to work and come home. Work is there right outside the bedroom door.
Then Hospital Politics reared its ugly head and all of the LPNs were let go.
"Fine" I said. "Business is good" I said. "I'll just work one freakin job and
fast forward a year....
Can you say r-e-c-e-s-s-i-o-n? Business is OK. Kinda. But I'm anal about the bills. Kinda.
The nursing home I worked at just opened up two new buildings.
I loved it there.
I should go and apply for a j.o.b.
What if they say NO?
What if they say yes?
Please come kick me off this fence I'm riding. My butt is getting sore.