Personal Narrative: A Day In The Workplace

Two years later and I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I came into work just like any other day, irritated to be there but still chugging along. This day started out no different than any other, the building smelled slightly of disinfectant and bleach, just enough to make my nose tingle for the first few minutes of being there. It was slammed at the plasma center, the lobby was packed to the point that the donors were standing so close to each other with very little elbow room. I moved quickly, setting up the plasma machines and getting needles stuck into donor's arms. Every time I got that red flash of blood in the needle and started the machine with no issues, I was happy. It meant that I could move on to the next donor and make progress on the line. After

I then quickly walked back through the donor floor, through the lobby, and into the break room to my locker to collect my things. Instead of heading to the sitter's house to pick my kids up, I went home and grabbed my laptop and headed to the library to use the internet. In that moment of anger, I decided that I would apply for a new job, anywhere other than the plasma center. I had decided that enough was enough. I decided I was not going to be treated terrible or passed over again. I went to the library, walked to the back where they have all of their large six person study tables set up and immediately sat down at an empty one. I turned my laptop on and while waiting for it to boot up I was thinking about all of the places I was going to check for any current openings. I came across an opening at one of the three local hospitals and decided to apply. It was another phlebotomist position, just slightly different from what I was doing before because at the hospital I would be drawing blood into different types of tubes and using a very different type of needle