"So do you like your job?"

"I mean, you act like you really like it. I could never do this kind of thing." Words uttered by a patient I was caring for during one of those evilly busy times when I wasn't feeling well and had a bad hair day and felt pulled 18 different ways and didn't even feel like I was really putting forth my best effort. I always do the best I can with what I have to work with, but sometimes that isn't much, and even at the best of times my performance falls far short of the platonic ideal of nursing perfection. Anyway, I sat on my roll-y chair contemplating the chaos around me and said, "Yeah. I actually can't think of a job I'd rather have." My patient said, "Cool."

I have this conversation every now and then, but this one hits me when I'm on the cusp of a major lifestyle change (moving off nights) and when I'm at a point in this job where I feel as if I finally know the ropes and am not only competent but comfortable about my abilities. We all make mistakes, but I like that the doctors now largely seem to give me credit ("mind if I do blah blah blah?" they say, "yeah" instead of "I want to see them first") and stuff like that. That kind of thing helps a lot with job satisfaction. But I do actually like the work I do. I get tired, I get frustrated, I get extraordinarily annoyed at politics, and so on, but I feel really frakking lucky that I stumbled into a profession where I get to do stuff that makes a huge difference and on top of that I happen to be good at it.

So yes, I like my job. And I'm glad it LOOKS like I like my job. Even when I'm tired and half-sick and have a bad afro look going.