Talking to people at work last night got me to thinking about what happened at work last weekend. When you look at it objectively, it wasn't really as bad as I thought. At my old job, I took care of seven patients all the time and it didn't seem so difficult. So was I really upset because this job is easier and I can't hack it anymore? Or was it that I overreacted to someone else having a much smaller patient load than myself? Because I finally realized that it wouldn't have mattered whether the other nurse got paid to sit on the other unit and paint her nails or take care of ten patients; I would still have the same amount of work to do. So, was it just a snit because someone I don't always get along with well seemed to have it easier? Or is it part of something larger that is happening to me emotionally? There's no doubt I feel a huge sense of relief today after having a relatively normal night at work last night. I realize that it's important to have people who ground you in reality and point out your inconsistencies.
Next time I get into a funk I'll ask myself, "Did you spend a few days composing this in html and you just don't recognize it in plain text?"