I've worked here long enough now to know this is how it goes at a hospital that's too big to be small and too small to be big. That's just how it goes.
Hell, all they would have to do is go down into the basement and look at the main computer to see that I've been blogging here all night, and they could make a big deal about it -- but they won't. They won't because I hold this RT Cave up while they are away. I make this place look good (except for my little piddly mistakes).
And besides, because I'm complacent here, because I have kids in the local schools I'm trapped in a way in this small town of Shoreline. I come to work every day not just because I want to, not just because I'm a great RT, but because I have to. I have to because the alternative would mean moving my kids to a new school again, and I don't want to do that.
The admins know this. They know this because this is how it is for about 80% of the people who work here. Because of this, and because they know I love the aura here at Shoreline, an aura the admins helped to create in those many periods of high morale, they know they can get me for a cheap wage. The funny thing is I know this, and yet I'm still here. I know their game. I'm just smart enough to know their game.
And we will. For the next two or three years the admins will not try to push us over that line. And they better not, because I could just as easily go over to Death Line and work for a better looking yet inferior institution.
Then again, they might call my bluff.