Empress Leo
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I've been an EMT-B for almost five months and have come to the conclusion that it's not for me. I don't like it and when I'm at work, I can't wait for whatever call I'm on to be over and mostly for my shift to be over. On my days off, I don't really enjoy myself because it really stabs at the back of my mind that soon the off time will be over and I'll have to go back to work. I became an EMT because I couldn't push boxes around or sell in retail anymore and I wanted to do something that matters. I don't like driving and I could care less about talking to the patients. I just want them out of my custody. I've come to realize that healthcare in general isn't for me. Everyday is so draining and I just knocked my availability down so I only work 4 days a week instead of 5. I'm considering going to 3 but I have minor debt I'd like to pay down.
For my next move, I'm considering studying communications with the intent of going into public relations. I have a big interest in media and foreign language and I so wish I could quit my job to focus on that but I can't afford to not work. *sigh* Perhaps I'll know happiness one day. It just hurts that I have to keep working in the mean time. I don't mean to whine but it really bothers me and I just need to get it out, that's all. I realize I've got to make the best of what I have but that thought alone doesn't make me happy. If I don't speak up about it, I internalize my depression and take it out on myself. I'm at station now as I type this from my phone and awaiting my time to clock in and start my shift. Thanks for listening. Advice, kind words and constructive criticism is welcome. Or nothing. I just had to say something...
For my next move, I'm considering studying communications with the intent of going into public relations. I have a big interest in media and foreign language and I so wish I could quit my job to focus on that but I can't afford to not work. *sigh* Perhaps I'll know happiness one day. It just hurts that I have to keep working in the mean time. I don't mean to whine but it really bothers me and I just need to get it out, that's all. I realize I've got to make the best of what I have but that thought alone doesn't make me happy. If I don't speak up about it, I internalize my depression and take it out on myself. I'm at station now as I type this from my phone and awaiting my time to clock in and start my shift. Thanks for listening. Advice, kind words and constructive criticism is welcome. Or nothing. I just had to say something...