I had enrolled in school to become a “medical assistant” back in the year of 2006 and just when I was about to start classes a full time job came through with good enough pay for me at the time. I was making a little over twelve hundred dollars a month for the entire year at J.C. Penny with a lot of responsibility as “head of the hosiery department in sales support”.
I was a very successful associate in my own right yet working in a department store was just something planned for the time being, although it ended prematurely due to the envious jealous enemies that set me up to get fired while my managers were off one particular day (these trashy people were always coming into the store trying to keep tabs on me and trying to make me lose my job by telling lies but it never worked out because I was too sufficient of an employee).
They knew that my personal managers were never going to fire me due to previous failed incidents of set ups that they had tried within the past so they waited a day when they knew my managers weren’t going to be in and played on the policies of other store managers that were present. “I was fired on account of verbally threatening to put my perpetrators six feet under the ground!”
My personal managers had told me in advance to just continue to ignore these idiots like I had been when they would enter into the store with there ulterior motives/schemes and I had agreed, however, the rage of hatred that I felt for them got the best of me on that day since I am highly in tune and I did genuinely want to kill that ugly bitch along with her ugly daughter .
Anyway that was the past, and my point is that I had resorted back into the medical field a while back and am now still a currently certified/licensed health care worker assisting patients within assisted living facilities and within their homes and etc. I’ve done from 10 to 12 hour shifts working cases of hospice, bed-bound, stroke victims. Six to eight hour shifts of dementia patients, deaf and blind patients, psychiatric patients and so on, I’ve even worked with child care.
I took nursing level courses and passed with high scores as an assistant. I only have one next test to pass and I can become a registered nurse. This all may sound nice and good but the reality of it is that my heart really isn’t in it.
I was always extremely naturally good in psychology (because of the extra sensory perception), I had the intelligence, spunk and confidence to become a lawyer and I have the mind, ability, and sufficiency of a business woman yet these fields were never a heated passion of mine to directly pursue. My genuine thrill and drive has always been to write even though there were other things that I could and would succeed in.
The day that I would be taking vital signs (Blood pressure/Pulse/Respiration), hygiene care (Incontinence/Bath Services), diabetic care (Skin Care/Foot Care/Meal/Medication) was far from what I ever expected. I never truly desired to but here I am.
More than one spiritual adviser told me in the past that I would become a nurse but I did not believe it. That position was something I had never portended for myself and never desired but I am capable. It is still up to me whether or not I actually decide to take that next step. I’ll have to think about it.
In all honesty, the medical field is not really where I want to be but I am a very independent woman so I have to support myself in a way that is conducive in some form or fashion. I would never go down to low scale.
I’ve had some bullshit to deal with along the way and prevailed though. One incident took place back in June this past summer, a lady at an agency that I worked for at the time got mad at me because she was caught on a “phone recording” advising me to do something that she later denied but her voice didn’t lie. From then on she had given me attitude and I sensed that she would eventually attempt to get me fired, and the bitch did write and sign papers of a false termination that I later fought through my “Union” and won later this September while I still continued to work my other health care jobs.
The agency wrote a letter of acknowledgment to my “Union” for my reinstatement for the “wrongful termination write up” there at that particular agency. I accepted, reinstated, then I resigned and then told the supervisor of personnel that she was a lying fat bitch who covered up for the ugly out of shape fat bitch who tried to unjustly get rid of me. I would never go back there!
Since then, my work has been going smoothly.