Do you remember Neil Sedaka? He was a teen idol back in the 1960s. Neil was a clean-cut guy that sang songs about falling in and out of love. One of his most poplars songs was a number called, “Breaking Up is Hard to Do.” Well, I’m here to tell you that Neil didn’t know what he was talking about. The whole thing can be pretty darn liberating when you’re leaving a hospital.

Many of you already know that I am leaving my job at the Greatest Hospital in the World. I fell in love with my job at GHW almost ten years ago, but it’s over. I found another job, and I gave GHW my resignation letter two weeks ago. I shocked a lot of people when I told my boss that I would hang out and work until the end of the schedule. People just assumed that I would tell the hospital to F-off and walk out the door. But not me! I’m a professional, and I’m glad that I stuck it out. I’ve been embracing a new mantra during my last days a GHW. It’s, “What are they going to do, fire me?” I call in more staff when we really need them because, “What are they going to do, fire me?” I take action, and give nursing care that is in the best interest of my patients even though I know it will upset our pinhead psychiatrist who is more interested in making money than doing the right thing because,”What are they going to do, fire me?” You get the picture. I’m loving life.

There are a couple of things that I’m going to miss when I leave GHW. I’m going to miss the blog fodder that GHW generated for my blog. Mr. Grinch was a priceless source of material and for that, I’ll always be grateful. I’m going to miss my coworkers. We’re going to stay in touch. Thank you Facebook. My coworkers are also going to read my blog so they can keep up to date on what’s happening at my new job. I’ve taken a job at UGH. That stands for Undisclosed Government Hospital. I’ll be writing about my new adventures as a federal civil servant. Stay tuned!