I chronicled my struggles as I moved toward certification towards being a BCC. That's a board certified chaplain, folks. Many of my poems, even before I got here were written about my conflicts with my supervisor, and the administrative assistant who believes she's more powerful than Oprah.
I needed to vent more than anything else. Our exit interviews told us that we could route our interview form through the a.a. Or simply seal it in an envelope and bypass the a.a. Four of us chose that route, and I can assure you they were all about the a.a. We have a new director coming in, and I would like those four letters to be the first thing he/she sees on their first day. One miserable day for her is all that I ask. She tried to make our lives miserable by overstepping her bounds, being racist, and very disrespectful.
I was evaluated in 53 categories. Imagine my surprise when I was given a first draft before my evaluation. We are rated 1-5 in each category. I received a
perfect score on my evaluation, all ones. It was shocking, a little embarrassing, and
well, something I take much pride about. I want to send to a certain nurse who held a grudge, just to let her know her bitching had not achieved the wanted effect with my supervisor.
I was chosen to give the benediction at the chapel service. I suppose that's what you get for being the class valedictorian or something.
I now head out to different healthcare systems with quite a weapon along with my resume. I see God's work in me. I am a product of my experience, but I am an unfinished masterpiece.