Yup. Took a government job last year, mostly because I'd be saving about $600 a month on my monthly benefits costs, which translates to extra income for the family.

I cannot, literally, cannot describe the absolute level of incompetence I see. Someone who is totally the compliance officer over the whole facility dropped a bomb on me a few weeks back, said she couldn't remember if antibiotics were for viruses or bacteria. I mean, we're not talking about your grandma having a casual conversation at a church potluck here, this is the woman in charge of infection control at a healthcare center, giving a mandatory education class to fellow healthcare workers. In the same conversation she said: "If a female makes a complaint against a male, and it doesn't happen on camera, I have to 'judge in favor of the woman' because men are bigger and stronger and can 'easily overpower them.'" Forget crazy pills, did I fall down a rabbit hole? We 'cannot afford' basic medical supplies, but we have a fleet of trucks sitting in the parking lot collecting dust/snow. I work with people who think Joseph Stalin was a coach for The Denver Broncos. I work with people who think that if you buy a car, decide you can't afford it months/years later and drive it back to the car lot you owe nothing, and when I try to tell them that's not what the contract said when they signed it, they call me stupid. I work with people who think anti-social is the medical term for shy/introverted. I work with people who say: "Of course they are depressed, ETOH is a depressant." I work with people who put meth addicts on the COWS scale of opiate withdrawal because they don't understand the difference between the two. I work with people that if a Pt reports chest pain and the doctor orders an EKG, they think it can wait six hours until good ol' el_drako shows up because they "don't know how" to do an EKG, and these people are my "supervisors." The other day my "supervisor" jumped down my throat my not "treating" a blood sugar level of 70 with orange juice. First I explain that 70 is considered perfectly normal for an average person without a history of diabetes, and that if I were to treat a low BGL orange juice alone would be a bad choice, because the body will quickly break down the fructose, and if needed to hold a BGL it would take a protein. Suddenly, I'm talking back to my supervisor.

This is beyond "I don't want to live on this planet anymore." This is, honestly, "Am I part of the same universe these people live in?" No, the answer is "No." At no point, never at anytime does my reality has even the slightest interaction with theirs. And that's just the tip of the iceberg, I have so many more examples that I can't even post because if I did, and my HR director found it, I'd be so screwed. I feel like I'm living in a nightmare, a nightmare of incompetence and stupidity, and I'm punished because when I do my job, it just proves I'm not busy enough and should take on more tasks the much better staffed shift before me "didn't have time to do."