I’m tired; physically, mentally, emotionally spent. I’ve had it with so many things in life.
For instance – Portland smelling like a toilet. Traffic full of people who don’t know how to drive, or don’t care to follow the rules. Crowded streets, shops, restaurants, parks. Rudeness, vulgarity, profanity, crudeness.
I’m tired of trying to please people all day long so my company can get a good review; meanwhile there is not a thing I could do for some people to please them. I bend over backwards, with a smile on my face, and still they complain because they had to wait; had to call back; had to be put on hold; didn’t hear what they wanted to hear. They pout like small children all the time assuming they are the only patient you will see that day. The best friend calls this “Compassion Fatigue.” I think she is spot on.
I am tired of rules and regulations that make no sense but continue to be put in place because some dumb ass thought it was a good idea. Yes, I said dumb ass. You can see how upset I am since I don’t often think like this.
I am weary of the shear feat of strength it takes to get up in the morning and get on with the work day. I am worn out by a job that is not fulfilling and continues to grow worse over the years.
Yes, I am in the medical profession. In days gone by, this used to be such a wonderful profession; filled with the knowledge you are helping people in pain and watching results happen before your very eyes.
Now all that happens is waiting for insurances to approve or, more often than not, deny the very thing that can give our patients relief. Days are filled with recording in minutia every detail of every visit so that someday, if a case goes to court, our bases are covered.
I know I’m ranting but it is long over due. The magical mess feels under appreciated, under valued and over worked in a profession that is supposed to mirror the loving spirit of Christ and minister to His people.
Mostly, I am feeling tired from nothing making any common sense. Since when was it a good idea to protest in downtown and shut down streets; harass the bystanders; pillage and plunder business and eventually shut them down; and then pee on the sidewalk.
When did it become okay for the F-word to be spoken on a regular basis in every venue one enters.
How has it become acceptable for rudeness to reign and the quite, everyday people to stop being respected.
I’ve had it with society, government and the media. I’ve had it with civilization in general. If this is what a progressive society looks like then we truly have digressed and are now settling into the world as told in “1984.” Read it sometime and then compare it with what is happening today. It will scare you silly, and not in a good way.
This magical mess is not accustomed to writing like this. I usually try to see the humor in every happenstance. I laugh daily, sometimes so as not to cry for the world I live in. I had to get this all off my chest. I had to vent.
Now, I will get off my high horse named Righteous Indignation. Stay tuned for the mess to pull up her big girl panties and get on with living every day as a magical being, finding a reason to put on a smile and enjoying the small things in life. I am trying to learn the fine art of letting it go.
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