Tomorrow will make one week since Ed lost his job–and what a week it’s been! As you can imagine, we’ve experienced all kinds of emotions this week–shock, anger, disbelief, fear, sadness, and relief, all rolled into one week! I’m happy to say, as the week has worn on, relief has become the most prevalent emotion in our household.
Seven years ago, Ed was happily working at another hospital. One day, EMH contacted him and asked if he might be interested in coming to work for their hospital. Although Ed was happy with his current job, the hospital where he was working was 55 miles from home, which meant a two-hour commute every day. EMH was located just 7 miles from us, and offered a higher salary. It wasn’t an easy decision for Ed to make, but, ultimately, he chose to take the job at EMH. It didn’t take long to figure out that he might have made a mistake. While the commute was much shorter, and the pay much better, the working conditions were much more stressful, and, over time, they just got worse. It was the worst working environment Ed has ever experienced, in his forty-three years of employment! Some of the problems included poor hospital management, lots of back-biting and back stabbing among the staff, not to mention poor morale among ALL employees.
Due to the government’s involvement in healthcare, times are tough for small rural hospitals, with most of them really struggling, these days. Not long after Ed took the job at EMH, it became apparent that this hospital was struggling, as well. Years ago, Ed had worked [for twenty years] at a hospital that ended up having to close its doors, so he knew all of the warning signs. The same scenario was beginning to play out at EMH.
At the beginning of last year, it became apparent the hospital wasn’t going to survive, unless some drastic changes were made. By the end of the year, a management firm had been hired to take over running the hospital, on a trial basis, for one year. We had a pretty good idea of how the next scenario would go. Employees were warned that ” some cuts would be made” when this company took control.
Since Ed was a department director, making a higher salary, he stood a greater chance of being targeted. Some employees sought other employment, but Ed chose to ride out the storm. He turned 65, in November, and knew retirement would be in the not-too-distant future, anyway. We hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst. The worst happened last Friday, when Ed was “let go.”
In hindsight, we’re now beginning to view what we considered “the worst” as a blessing. Living and working in stressful conditions can eventually take a toll on one’s health, and Ed was no exception. In the wake of this particularly stressful past year, minor health issues had begun to plague Ed. I feared for his over-all health, and joked with him, at one point, that he was going to stay at that hospital until they carried him out on a stretcher. Fortunately, that didn’t happen!
As each day passes, Ed looks better and better. He says he even feels better. He looks like a man who has had the weight of the world lifted off of his shoulders, and, perhaps, he has. Perhaps a better analogy would be this: After years of riding on a sinking ship, Ed finally got tossed a life-preserver. May he happily find his way to the shore of retirement bliss, and live happily ever after!
Reflections...by Kathy 