Nope. Not another post about writing. Fooled ya!
This morning I’m writing about work. Weird, right?
I can’t talk about work much on social media. I work in a doctor’s office, so I have to watch what I say. Can’t be violating any privacy regulations or things like that. But also work is, like, work. It’s not that interesting … usually.
Today I start training in a new position. It’s a little nerve-wracking, because this position is super important to the surgery department. I even have study materials.
The study materials show me one very important thing: “You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Seriously. I’ve cleaned and sterilized all of the instruments used (while working in a different position), but making sense of which one’s called what and is used for this or that and in what order–sheesh! It’s a lot to remember.
If I successfully train for this position, though, and it works out, I’ll have learned nearly every position someone of my level can learn there. It’s pretty interesting. Despite my bitching over not understanding all the different instruments (yet), I enjoy learning. The procedure of surgery is fascinating, and I’m excited to learn–I’m just nervous about the application of said learning.
Eventually, I’ll have to work on my own in this position. All on my own. No help. Eek!
An hour before I leave for my training today, I’m starting to feel the reality of it. You know how these things go–you know it’s going to happen, but it’s not real until just before it happens. And I’m nervous as hell. Heart pounding, stomach in knots … the whole gig.
I know can do this. I just don’t know if I can. Y’know?
Well, off to some writing to calm myself down. Or I guess I could be studying. Like I’m supposed to.