Has Jake finally gone off the deep end?
Hey guys! To make a long story short, I've been working at a hospital in the Sterile Processing Department for nearly eight years now and like most careers, I've had my fair share of good and bad days. At times it's been stressful, but for the most part I've considered it a great place to work. That is, it used to be until two months ago when I witnessed something that left me no choice but to blow the whistle loudly. A few of my co-workers and a supervisor lost their job as a result of me doing the right thing; or rather, the only responsible
Problem is the supervisors and most of my co-workers are a tight-knit group so when I brought to the hospital's attention what occurred, I was labelled with quite a few nasty slurs. From that day on work has treated me like garbage and my bosses are trying everything in their power to get me fired without bringing any more heat on themselves. I want to quit but I was grandfathered into my position and if I want to get another SPD position anywhere else, it's necessary for me to get certified first. Unfortunately the next CPT test doesn't happen until October.
You guys know me well enough that it's pretty much common knowledge I suffer from depression and sometimes have suicidal thoughts (mostly in my sleep). I'm taking medication and regularly work on boosting my self-esteem; to find the humor in everything. But it's extremely challenging and the recent atmosphere at work has only made it all the more difficult. So how can one find a little fun in a situation that is nothing but negative?
Well, I came up with the answer in the middle of my shift today and it borders on insanity.
Here are the facts: I'm a mild-manner do-good guy who is working for two supervisors that are corrupt and doing everything in their power to break me. I'm stranded until at least October and every day they subject me to the worst things one could face in this career. The only weapon I have against them is my sense of humor. But how do I rebel against them without getting fired? How do I ever-so subtly call them evil without them even knowing it? And at the same time, how do I have a little fun while giving myself an added boost of self-confidence (kind of like how Frank used to wear the Mr. Excitement suit to help him out?) without letting everyone in on the joke?
Ladies and gentlemen, with a few minor alterations, I present to you my brand new scrub jacket.
Yup, I think I've finally cracked.