Today at work, we had what we joyously refer to as a disaster drill. Jealous, aren’t you? We got to pretend a big old hurricane was barreling straight for us, ready to wipe us out, and see if we could get all our ducks in a row in time to save our patients. No pressure, eh?
It made for a hectic and crazy day, but at 5 PM, the pretend hurricane dissipated, and I was relieved to race to my car before someone could corral me to go over one more form, attend one more meeting, or make one more phone call!
I just had my six-month review at work, and seeing as how I was bestowed with the honor of taking part in the illustrious disaster drill, they clearly decided to keep me around. I’m always a bit surprised at how grateful my employers are for the fact that I show up to work and do my job. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do, in exchange for a paycheck? It makes me wonder what they have had to deal with in the past, to be falling over themselves praising me for basically doing what I am paid to do.
I complain about my job like most people, but then there are moments that I am thankful to be there…yes, actually thankful. Recently I was helping one of the doctors write a letter to the insurance company, begging them to reconsider a denial for a patient’s hospice care, and I had to go over her chart and case notes closely to draft the letter. She came to life in front of me, her decline, her daughter taking care of her, and it became very important to me to write the letter well, to help them find some relief and peace. Those are the moments I am grateful for my job, the moments that remind me that there is still something we can do to help each other, even if we don’t know each other; and the moments that teach me to focus on someone else, to pour my energy into someone else’s life, with no expectation of “thank you” or even knowing what I did.