In two years it's the first time

that I ever thought maybe this isn't the job for me.  But NOT because of my patients.  I still think they are wonderful.  It's management.  Their games.  Their idiocy.  Their judgments.  I don't want to sound bitter but I probably will.  I try so hard to do a good job.  My only goal, the ONLY thing I want, is for my patients to be happy.  That's it.  I have no ulterior motives, I don't care about money, the hours, the benefits.  Nothing matters except them.  NOTHING.  So when I try my hardest to help a patient I don't expect that I will be chastised, accused, slandered.  But that's what happened.  And for the first time, I wanted to just 
give
up.