I can't watch Gray's Anatomy any more because their beepers go off ALL.THE.TIME. I swear I have beeper PTSD.
Even when my beeper isn't going off, it weighs heavily on me. I don't want to start a project because I might be called in. I sort of wander around the house in limbo land wondering if my beeper is going off and I have to rush to work.
I love my job. I love helping people. The beeper, is well, a pain!
Thankfully, I have only two more call days in the next two months as I transition into the chronic unit and then I will gladly tie a colorful bow on this thing and return it to my boss.