This week started off on a great high, plummeted to an extreme low, but now is finally picking up again.
My week did start on a great high... I had spent the weekend with friends and my adorable godson on the beach in Destin, taking the road less travelled back to Tallahassee-- stopping in Seaside and eventually taking the rural roads. It was a relaxing weekend that I wanted it to keep going and going.
Hell came Monday preparing for a volunteer training that I was afraid no one would show up. I had hoped and prayed we'd have at least a dozen at a church that was hosting it, but I didn't have even half that confirmed. And I hated it! No matter if I'm doing training--I have to prep for it, whether it be for 2 or 200.
I haven't been successful in bringing my volunteer numbers up like I wanted. It's hard--especially in a hospice setting. I've had setback after setback and we're the underdog in our market. It's frustrating, because I don't feel I've made much of a positive impact leading my department. The stress I've felt in the last few months is overwhelming attributed to this job.
Other staff appear satisfied with what I've done, and a I'm always my worst critic. But let's see what these next couple of months bring. I'm casually looking for change.
