It might take me a long time to figure out how NOT to get really emotionally involved in my job. I actually cried at work yesterday. I haven't cried at work since I worked at the Heartland Grill, the last day of spring break my senior year after working double shifts all week making two dollar tips and watching "Fight Club" every night out of boredom.
The basis of the problem is that my hall is understaffed and because of that we just can't give the best care to the people on the hall. If I can't give those people the best care possible, I really don't want to work there. I'm working up to telling that to the administrative staff, but they won't believe me and treat me like I'm completely incompetent and I'll just get furiously mad and want to destroy someone. I might try it anyway though.
If they deny my request for a week off in September, I'm seriously going to flip. The term "go postal" will be revived from obsoletion and be changed to "go nurse's assistant". This is the kind of joke you make when you spend all your time with old people.