It’s been about two weeks since I started this job, and my colleagues are still talking about the day I left.
It’s hard to think about how much better things could have been.
I remember being at my desk at a desk in the back of the hospital waiting room, waiting for a patient.
I was so excited to be doing my job, but now I’m just like, What the hell am I going to do?
I had no idea what I was going to say.
But I did my best.
The patient didn’t feel much, but he was happy to see me.
I did everything I could to help him get well, but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.
I didn’t make the decisions.
It didn’t have to be this way.
When I left, I left behind my colleagues, my friends, and a great place to work.
I left the hospital, but it was all worth it.