Strange days. More people leaving, much sadness and leaking morale. Relieved that I am leaving, but sad as well. I work with a great bunch of people, caring competent folks who take good care of their patients. Who have lost faith in their management as I have, but have yet to be kicked by them.
I find myself glad of the kick. Because of it, I am already walking out, not wondering if I should go.
I regret staying with the ex that last nightmare year.
I regret coming back to a place I once left. Even though I was glad to reacquaint, reestablish friendships, I knew I should never go back. I always go on, never back. I close the door on toxic people, not to wish them ill, but to protect myself.
Never having been teflon.
I once had an anesthesiologist lust after my veins.