So. I think this is messed up. I haven't written about it yet because it upset me, and I'm still trying to process it, I guess.
But when I came back to work Wednesday, two weeks after my mom died--and shortly after I put in my resignation--my office was completely changed around.
The sub nurses and the float nurses went through my remaining stuff, went through my drawers (!) and put my stuff in a box--my coffee pot, my Crocs, my empty egg cartons, my files. They completely reorganized the front office, my private back room, and the back treatment area with the cots. I mean they moved all my files, cchanged all the contents of my drawers, and even got the custodian to move furniture around so the physical layout is different.
It's like I never existed. It was my office. My stuff. I was there for almost two and a half years, and I still am technically there for five more weeks, I think.
Who the fcuk does that??!! Especially to someone whose mom just died, and who just came back to work?
I was going to go in today, but after that, I decided I will show up as little as possible until I'm gone. And if I had any reservations about leaving that place, I know I did the right thing.
Betches.