I know – 2.34am and me awake? Whatever next.
Tomorrow is the First Day and my anxiety is of course at record levels. I think it’s a lot better to be going to a job you don’t know much about or know the people etc.; my first job was like that, and I go thrown in the deep end and coped, but if I hadn’t coped, I could have left, and the opinions of the people there wouldn’t matter one jot. Now I start a job with my ex-lecturers, in a place filled with people who know what I should know because they taught me it! And it’s been a year, and I don’t know it anymore. Sure, I can marsupialise a rabbit abscess, worm a tortoise (don’t ask) and spey a cat but sadly those skills aren’t called upon much when you’re an anaesthetist. That said, CS, my pessimist ex-colleague, works 1-in-2 weekends and has the world’s worst cases, and is currently doing a 12 day run of days.
Plus I am plagued with doubt and indecision – whether going into specialist practice was right, whether I’ll be working Christmas day, whether I’ll get free time off to go to court (am a witness for something) when I only get 12 days holiday a year anyway. As per my rotations, I strongly suspect that as soon as I have my scrubs and clogs and I know what I’m doing I’ll be as content as a contented thing; it’s the antici-
-pation that is the worst.
Good luck!
12 days holiday sounds a bit rough though.
How did it go? Good luck! It’s always like that when starting new jobs isn’t it? Doesn’t seem fair that people should expect us to actually know (or remember!) things! You had to take the job because it’s an excellent opportunity. And if you decide a specialism isn’t for you then it’s easier to go back into general than it would be to start a specialism too late in life! We will have an excellent Xmas whatever! xxx