I left my job today. I think you may remember how badly I was affected by the death of my friend and colleague and our nurse manager. My Practice Manager, in my opinion dealt with this really badly. I ended up with a week off with high blood pressure and work related stress, something I never thought would happen to me. I actually wrote to my Manager I told him exactly how I felt and I expected him to speak to me and we could discuss it when I got back. He said not a dicky bird. I found it really difficult to even speak to him and I thought I either stick this out until he retires in 4 months, or I look elsewhere. So that coupled with the fact he has sold the Practice and no one has a scooby what is going to happen after April, made me decide to look elsewhere. Another job was advertised on NHS jobs, Medical Secretary in another Practice. I applied and they gave me the hours I wanted, the days I wanted and the salary I wanted, so I accepted.
I start next Weds. Its a far bigger Practice, my old surgery has 18 staff in total, this one has 63, they have 16 receptionists. What I am really pleased about is I will be working as a team of 3. Currently when I am off no one does my work apart from the urgent stuff, so I come back to a shedload and never dare have more than a week off. Plus the Practice Manager retires in April I have a week off in May, so who would be doing any of it then was anyones guess.
I am really pleased with my decision, as today proved. I didn't feel a shred of sadness at leaving just relief. I will miss my friends although there are very few left, most have left already. I have had lovely cards with the nicest words written and said. It is very good for the morale leaving I have to say
