Yup, it's definitely a matter of 'when' and not 'if'. I have to
leave to preserve my sanity!!
Think of it this way - the past six years, I've been depressed -
the first three years, mildly so; my fourth and fifth years were
rollercoaster years from being extremely down-in-the-dumps
depressed to 'ok, think I can handle it but I'm not happy at all'
; the past year, I've been mostly ok, but still, not
quite ok, it still leaves a lot to be desired.
And then, just when I thought I've reached a 'peaceful' plateau
where I've learnt to get around the system, stay under the 'radar'
as much as I can, I get transferred!! 
I tell you, in Nursing, the seniors can be downright hostile and
antagonistic to newbies. On top of that, I've been assigned out of
the ICU in an area of work I have no interest in and that's far
busier than my old ward.
And, I no longer get to work with my friends in my old ward.
This much I've learnt about myself - that though I value my
alone-time, I am actually very attached to friends I've grown to
love. I've got so much to say now, especially since work has not
been smooth and so eventful, but no one to listen to me in the way
I would love to. Don't get me wrong, there are friends
who DO listen ... but they just don't stroke my fur the right way,
y'know!
