It's been three weeks since I started to work as a nurse in a hospital and I'm done on my "honeymoon stage". I somehow sensed the tension between the staff of the area where I'm volunteering in weeks ago but I just affirmed it last Saturday and somehow I already am part of the drama.
Saturday afternoon: I know there was a party for a sister of a staff there because I was hearing talks amongst the staff about it earlier that week. Since I was new, I didn't really care whether or not I was invited. I somehow figured that there was drama in our area when the staff that I was with during that shift openly talked about the feeling of dislike that they feel from the group who went to the party. Since I didn't want to be part of their drama, I just stayed silent in their conversation. Not knowing that I was already part of it.
Monday morning: Somehow my day started bad. Just when I thought I was a mere audience to their drama, I somehow felt I was a part of it already. There really is a group and I was on the outside. All day, they were talking about what happened in the party which made it hard for me to relate. Then I learned that A who came in a week later from me was invited.
It feels like I'm in Survivor. People talking in groups. in hushed voices. People talking behind each other's back. Just when I thought I was making a connection, it turns out I am on the chopping block. I just wish there was immunity here...
Saturday afternoon: I know there was a party for a sister of a staff there because I was hearing talks amongst the staff about it earlier that week. Since I was new, I didn't really care whether or not I was invited. I somehow figured that there was drama in our area when the staff that I was with during that shift openly talked about the feeling of dislike that they feel from the group who went to the party. Since I didn't want to be part of their drama, I just stayed silent in their conversation. Not knowing that I was already part of it.
Monday morning: Somehow my day started bad. Just when I thought I was a mere audience to their drama, I somehow felt I was a part of it already. There really is a group and I was on the outside. All day, they were talking about what happened in the party which made it hard for me to relate. Then I learned that A who came in a week later from me was invited.
It feels like I'm in Survivor. People talking in groups. in hushed voices. People talking behind each other's back. Just when I thought I was making a connection, it turns out I am on the chopping block. I just wish there was immunity here...
6 comments:
and the next thing you know, you are already part of that soap opera... hehehe. nicely written...
i know right.. thanks for dropping by wanderingcommuter...;p
there are ups and downs in working in a new place so you have to be always ready to face whatsoever comes your way. be brave!
thanks johnny...;p its just hard for me because I easily get along with anyone and now i still feel that i'm an outsider there... hopefully everything will work out fine...
ganon yata talaga, its in a way, basta keep yourself still, kasi posibleng culture na iyan ng pinagtatrabahuhan mo..
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salamat dabo... yeah mukhang culture na nga talaga yun dun sa workplace ko... ngaun mejo nakacope up nako somehow... sana magtuloytuloy na...;p
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