The day after: I guess I would have to say the day after was not as eventful as the day of the lay off. I knew the layoff was coming so I was somewhat emotionally prepared. My position had already been seized by another nurse with more seniority the week before.
I was the least senior nurse at United Hospital and had only two options: I could take the only open hospital position that I qualified for, which was a less than ideal schedule and not my shift of choice, or I could accept a voluntary layoff and lose my insurance benefits at the end of the year. I opted to take the position in order to buy more time.
I knew that there would be another round of nurses with more seniority bidding on open positions and relieving less senior nurses of their jobs the following week. The layoff was inevitable. There would not be enough positions to employ all the United Nurses facing layoffs.
On December 18, one week before Christmas, I was scheduled to again meet with the Minnesota Nurses Association representatives, United Hospital human resources and my nurse manager. I had obviously been bumped out of the newly acquired position or I wouldn't be scheduled to meet with them again. This day, I just knew that I would no longer be employed by the hospital. My manager was pretty certain as well.
I was so nervous that I could hardly think straight as I was passing morning meds to the patients. I decided not to take a patient assignment that morning and just pass meds for another nurse's patients. My meeting was scheduled shortly after the shift started and I was pretty certain that I wouldn't be returning to the nurse's station.
The meeting went as expected, and I -- along with several colleagues -- was left with separation of employment forms in hand and a list of current open positions for other Allina Hospital and Clinics facilities. I walked back to my locker with my nurse manager, turned in my name badge and cleaned out my locker.
With teary eyes and a bruised ego I shuffled down the hall and headed home. The first thing I did was call my husband and tell him the news. We were both prepared that this would be the outcome, but I still had to hold back the tears. This was the first time in my career I had ever lost my job. I felt very tender the remainder of the day, like I would crumble if I had the opportunity to let down my guard.
I just couldn't wrap my head around it. I questioned God, why this had happened. I felt so sure that he told me that this was the job to accept. I had had two other interviews that same week, I was offered this position, but I felt that this is the one I was supposed to take. I couldn't understand why I was led to take this position, only to lose it in a few short months.