Help me out here. I'm feeling, like many in the NHS I'd guess, knackered and shafted. I'm on the first of run of nights tonight. Kids have been fighting all day, so no sleep. I should have had a temporary contract, as an hca, to start masters in nursing in Sept. Covid had messed school & childcare up for September so I withdrew offer (now fixed). Hospital asked me to stay permanently. In last week, organisation change announced and I'm now at risk of reorganisational redundancy. Deadline has passed to reopen University place (I'm pleading with them) and government has told nurses & hcas how valued we are by exclusion from pay review.
Even if I get uni place, that's £22k+ of debt for £5k pa increase.
Don't want to debate finer points. Just want to make a difference in people's lives, you know, hold their hands in their last hours, reassure them I won't let them fall walking to the toilet, tell them things can and will get better when they're feeling low?
Just feel totally pretty sorry for myself. Demoralising. We're lucky I left a £45k management job to do what I want to do, because I was unfulfilled. Same for my husband, leaving IT to teach secondary science in an economically deprived area. I can easily fill the gap with voluntary work, and I do, and third sector is increasingly the glue and now steel that hold the NHS together. I know I can do a band 5,6,7, probably 8 role. It's not the point. I will bounce back from tonight. Masses of nurses and hcas won't.
So pissed off and angry