Boxes

We do like to put things in boxes, don't we? It doesn't much matter what it is, if there's a place for it, we're going to put it there. If there's not a place for it, we'll make a place for it and shove it in there.

One of those lovely surveys came out recently that said Oklahoma nursing centers were among the ten worst in the country. Wow. That makes me feel proud. So, by association, am I among the worst ten percent of the aides in the country? I hope that's not true. When my residents tell me they're glad I'm working, does that mean that I'm merely the best of the worst?

Another question is how will this affect me in the future? If we decide to move out of state, will other nursing centers look down on me based on where I was trained? Would I be unable to get a job in, say Oregon, because of where I come from?

I don't like being put in a box. On the other hand, I do it to other people and things all the time. It's so easy to be judge, jury and executioner, but I don't like being on the receiving end.