Another Day, Another Dollar

It's the start of another work week. Usually, I'm pretty gung-ho about it, but not if it means I'm working the evening shift. It's my fault really. We do self-scheduling at work, yet stupid me schedules myself for six evening shifts and the rest are shift for the four-week period. It's a pretty rough shift and I've come to dread it now. It stresses me out. It stresses everyone else out. Admissions, discharges, not enough staff. It's madness, but somehow we make it through. I love my job, just more so when I'm working day shift. I'm trying to whittle my way down to even less evening shifts to save my sanity for the upcoming schedule. Just got to make it through 4 more evening shifts. Hey, they're only 8 hours, right?