I spent my ten-minute lunch break sobbing quietly behind the boxes of sterile gauze because my supervisor told me I was too emotional for the floor. We are incredibly understaffed, our patients are suffering, and all management cares about is whether our whiteboards are updated with the daily mission statement. I went into this profession to help people, but this hospital is slowly turning me into a cynical, exhausted shell of myself. How do you keep the toxicity of the administration from ruining your love for the actual work?
