Is It Getting Better, Or Do You Feel The Same?

If you were wondering if I have cleaned another man's butt, I for better of worse, have now. I recently finished a CNA certifying course. Right now, half of you are thinking, wow CNA, sounds like a big deal. It's not. At all. No really, they're the bottom of the totem pole when it comes to health care. Their duties typically include changing linens, checking vital signs, and making sure the bed is in its lowest position. Oh and measuring and monitoring excretions. Of all kinds. How jealous are you of me? It's ok to say very jealous.
Clearly, I took this job for the prestige. My new pick up line has to be, I know the proper way to transfer you from a wheelchair to a bed. (Cue the cheesy grin and of course, the double shooters). Bullet-proof, I know. The ladies of central Florida better beware.
In all seriousness, I'm doing it because it's the best way for me to gain great first hand experience in health care. I'll be assigned to roughly a dozen patients and be in charge of the menially tasks incumbent in their care. I'm cool with that. Plus, it gives me a job that I can pickup wherever I live. Go ahead. Look up your local hospital's job listings. I guarantee there to be at least one listing under CNA or Patient Care Tech (materially identical). Yep, that could be me.
I'll take the certifying test on the 3rd and then get hired on here at one of the local hospitals. It might be a pay cut from what I'm doing now, but I'll be getting better experience, more hours and better hours. Working the entire weekend really put a cramp on my social life, back when I had one worth talking about. The new gig will have me likely slinging three days a week, 7a-7p and then every other or every third weekend off. It will be a nice paycheck and a great way to know more of the inner working of health care. And no, if you do end up in my hospital, on my watch, I will not wipe your butt. I'll let you wallow in it for days. Trust me, I'll win that battle easily.
Word.