I might have pissed my director off on my fifth day. She sent me to lunch with that stressed voice that got me scared. I hate break times. I hate lunches. Once I get my momentum, I want to keep going until it’s time to leave. It is such a waste for me to sit here and blog if I can be there and be helpful. One more thing, after 30 minutes of impasse, I get lazy. I just want to keep going on… But, of course, she’s the boss. And she’s very nice. I don’t want to be stubborn either.

11 more minutes and I should be back. I am now accustomed to the new routine. I feel like I’ve been doing this forever. In fact, it is easier than being at the lab. Nelly thought I was exaggerating when I said I had a hard time at St Joe. These were her words: “Girl, it is all just coumadin. What was so difficult about it?” I wish I can say the same. I, seriously, wished it was all just one simple recurring test. I would have not gotten in so much trouble if that’s the case. The fact is, it was hundreds… Hundreds of tests I haven’t even heard nor haven’t even read! But, no regrets whatsoever. I learned a lot in just one year I stayed at the lab. And the people I met we amazing. Now that I remember some silly moments I had with few co-workers, I smile. Oh, the stress made it worst… But the memories were amongst the best I have…
Now, I am slowly building my base. I am getting comfortable with what I am doing. I am focusing on knowing everyone I am working with… I always think that is important. I value teamwork and I want them to know me as trustworthy and reliable. It is actually a harder work to establish one’s self and to make a point that you are not just a number in a department. I want to be needed as part of a group. I should give myself credit, this is only the fifth day since this wonderful hospital opened and I am confident enough to say that I can deliver…