I don’t think anything makes me feel like more of a social reject than working weekend night duty. My shift doesn’t start until 9pm, so I end up sitting at home, killing time, tormented by the sounds of my neighbors’ merrymaking. As I try to prep for a long night at the hospital, I’m stuck listening to their loud music, even louder conversations, and uproarious laugher. Call me silly, but I end up feeling like a lonely, old spinster, listening to the world having fun without me. It’s pretty depressing. I know working nights and weekends are simply a part of being a nurse, but that knowledge does little to ease the pain of feeling like the only person in my neighborhood that’s not having fun. The drive to work doesn’t help much, either, as I’m confronted by hoards of people out and about. I watch enviously as they socialize on rooftop bars and verandahs, sipping on drinks and chatting with friends. It’s tantamount to torture. But, since I’m stuck with these shifts, I just have to remind myself that every weekend isn’t like this. There are times when I get to dress in my weekend best and join in the revelry. There are times when I’m the one having fun. This just isn’t my weekend. (Come to think of it, neither is next weekend. Ugh!)
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