Better things

I have finished my sentence with my dysfunctional, irrational, erratic yet sometimes stangely pleasant boss....and I survived. More than that, I think I did a good job and managed to impress him. I learned a hell of a lot, and I've had some great feedback from nurses, CNSs and radiographers as well as from my boss. Most importantly, I'm still sane (just about!) and I think I'm a better oncologist. So, mission accomplished I suppose.

My new boss is absolutely lovely. Pleasant, normal, keen to teach, enthusiastic....I feel much less stressed, despite having started a new tumour site which I haven't got much experience of yet and having to prove myself all over again, which would normally send me into paroxysms of paranoia and tension (as you may have guessed, I am not the most laid back person on the planet). I just feel better.

And the weather's getting warmer, I've already booked my annual leave for the summer (2 weeks!!), my salary hasn't been cut (yet - not until September) and I'm going to start running again once it's light enough in the evenings. Better, better things.

AND The Apprentice is starting soon...:)