Now that my job description is finally being fleshed out I'm also being told about other things they want me to do 'when I learn more'. I'm non medical so everything revolves around that. Plus... understanding the difference between someone on our service and someone housing on our service. Basically this means we can be taking care of a patient, but it's not really ours. Yeah, so unless I start pulling medical books out of my ass it's going to be a steep ride.

I forward all the requests to my immediate boss and she says not to worry. Part of me wants to blindly follow that path. But the the Jew in me fights every step of the way. It's like a mini me is sitting on my shoulder, nagging about every little thing until I HAVE to say something. Then I'm told not to worry again. Lather, rinse, repeat. I have to say... my job is starting to look a lot more positive. For a while there it was really touch and go. Now that we have a happy medium (for now) I am pleased as punch.

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