On Thursday, I said goodbye to the staff in my current medical receiving unit. I’ve worked with a lot of them for four years, on and off. I’m certain I’ll be back again, someday. I pop onto the ward at the beginning of next week for a couple of days, and then on Wednesday it’s all change.
New commute. New colleagues. New corridors to get lost in. New job.
The first Wednesday in August — as it was in the beginning, is now and shall be forever, world without end.
My final weekend before changeover will be spent doing an online induction module, building furniture, and taking deep breaths.
I’m pretty sure the new FY1s think they are the only ones who are nervous.
I am thirty-two years old and have a hip that aches if I sit cross-legged for too long, and yet every summer I still get ready for my first day at new school and worry if the other kids will like me.
If anyone has any #tipsfornewmedregs, this would be the time.