work has confused me to such an extend that i didnt even have a sense to protest against being put on the dementia floor. that place is driving me totally nuts-i leave work and stand around for a while trying to remember my name and where i live every night. its a lot quieter than my beloved nursing floor, but im not sure i like it being so quiet.... i kinda like hectic... makes me feel useful.... besides, if i am to be called names, id prefer this to be for a reason, and not because someone decided that im Hazel. (who the fuck is hazel???).

The big boss appears to think that im very suitable for work on dementia floor as i am *a social sort of person, who likes games and stuff*. hello?? i, who have been kicked out of or ignored every time i tried to play with others because i couldnt grasp the consept of play since the age of 3???

other changes are nicer, since i am going to receive training in medication and (!!!) phlebotomy. exciting.....

but generally, work is complete chaos, with everyone running about and trying to figure out whos doing what....