It's not just the assholes I have to work with (and believe me, there are plenty more); it's the fact that I'm stupid at night. I make obvious mistakes and forget things and feel foggy. I am not safe at night.
Dammit! I'm a veteran nurse who's worked with this patient population for eight godforsaken years. This bullshit about being put on nights to develop time management skills is just that: bullshit. I should not, with the seniority I have and the experience I bring, have to work in an openly hostile environment with people who actively undermine each other. I resent that nobody's said anything yet, as far as I know, about the bullies and the racist bastards that populate the hours between 1900 and 0700.
I'm getting sick. I always feel like I'm getting sick. I can't eat, I don't want to sleep during the day any more, and I haven't seen the sun in two months. I'm sitting here typing this out in a fog, tears running down my cheeks, wondering if it would be worth it to get a written warning if I called in.
I need a cuddle. I hate sitting here sobbing, dreading going in to a job I used to love.