Knot-the-traitor. Knotted-ict Arnold. Knot Fawkes. (Knot quite)
Through a tri board I found a biking PT who does a lot of work with bikes, posture, atheletes, and feet. (my favorites) Went to his website and found he is moving to a new larger facility in the fall.
I emailed and asked if he was hiring...
Not that I don't like where I work. Well, ok, the co-worker who is sleeping with a supervisor and makes my job life hell and complains about me obsessively and calls me at home to tell me how much I suck and bad-mouths the owners and left a "Hanky Panky" thong underwear wrapper in a patient's chart as a cutesy joke for someone else but I found it instead... yeah, I could do without that.
I ask you, is it too much to expect to be able to WORK at your job? I just want to be able to do what I'm good at. I want to be able to use what I know. So much of my advanced training is slipping away because I don't get to use it here. And so much of my energy is squandered just trying to keep an even keel in the face of this barrage of unprofessionalism.
I go to work to WORK. Not to make friends, not to coddle someone else's emotional insecurities, not to compromise my standards.
I'm not actively looking for another job yet, but think a few positive thoughts for me. (I've got my fingers crossed, and commutermobile is crossing her spokes for me.)
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson