Ever wonder which careers out there in the workforce provide the most tension, fear and stress? A new report sheds light on possible answers to that very question.
According to a recently released report on stress in the workplace, the jobs that provide workers the most personal nervousness and tension are some that you would probably expect and others you may not have thought of.
The list of the top stress-inducing jobs, as provided by career and jobs information company CareerCast.com.
In the hunt for a new opportunity or gainful employment, it’s best to start at the top. Wednesday morning, U.S. News and World Report released its 2017 list of the 100 best jobs.
More than half of the 100 best jobs are linked to health care. Dentist was at the top of the list, followed by nurse practitioner and physician assistant. Several medical positions also topped the list of best-paying jobs.
Author: Mandy Stevens
Experienced Director of Nursing and Mental Health services
Perhaps not the most flattering photo of me, but I’m sharing this awful picture and my story to help increase understanding of the impact of mental illness and to celebrate my recovery.
Mental illness will affect 1 in 4 of us during our lifetime and I guess now it’s my turn.
I am recovering from the most terrible depression that ripped the heart and soul out of me. Very unexpectedly an NHS Acute Inpatient ward in Hackney has been my home for the past 12 weeks.
Mental Health Professional ~ from Healthcare Assistant to Director of Nursing
As I have worked in mental health services for 29 years, one would think I would be immune to mental illness. I am a Registered Mental Health Nurse with 15 years experience as a clinician and latterly 14 years as a manager and then Director. But there is no immunity; mental illness can come out of nowhere and affect anyone at any time.
From initial symptoms of depression to admission to a mental health unit 10 days later via the Crisis Team, depression ripped the rug out from under my feet and emptied my whole being. I have been completely disabled and incapacitated by this illness.
If I had been in hospital with a broken leg, or a physical problem, no doubt I would have been sharing amusing photos of my drip stand, the signed plaster cast and the hospital food; laughing with my family, friends & extended Social Media community. Instead I have hidden myself away, scared of my own shadow and told very few people. Sad to say, I have also been embarrassed, shy, suicidal, phobic, anxious and scared of everything.
This selfie, taken late November, shows a Mandy that no one will recognize: tearful, distraught, matted hair, frightened, withdrawn, desolate & desperate. So so so far from who I normally am; a confident, competent, extrovert, professional, independent woman. This is what mental illness has the power to do.
Thank you and long live our NHS
Massive thanks to my Mum who has taken a 6-hour return journey every week to visit me, my family and a few wonderful close friends who have kept me going, even through my darkest days.
Thanks also to the totally amazing NHS team at East London NHS Foundation Trust who have been awesome 24 hours a day, Sundays, Christmas Day and everyday.
The nurses here have humbled me completely and reminded me of my pride in my profession. The management and the whole multi disciplinary team have supported me through this nauseous journey and given me strength and hope to keep going. Without exception, they have been compassionate, professional, kind and caring. Long live the NHS.
CQC – Outstanding indeed
East London Foundation Trust is one of only 2 Mental Health Trusts in the country to receive an “outstanding” rating by the Care Quality Commission. I have experienced this outstanding care in my hour of need and it has been truly remarkable.
Discharge, Recovery, Fragility… and stigma
I’m sharing my story now as I feel strong enough to face the world again. I was officially discharged from City & Hackney Centre for Mental Health on Friday 13th January 2017.
I was supposed to be spending Christmas at the Hope Orphanage I support in Ghana again this year, but instead I celebrated with an interesting and diverse mix of 20 housemates, hospital Christmas Dinner and some extremely dedicated and lovely nurses. I will see Ghana soon, God willing, and the orphans will get their belated Christmas presents.
I initially shared this post on Facebook only, but I was overawed by the response I got from my friends and family, particularly about addressing the stigma relating to mental illness… Hundreds of comments along the lines of “I never thought someone like you could go through this”. Well guess what… we can and we do; mental illness does not discriminate.
Look out for yourselves, your friends and family, mental illness can affect anyone at any time. There is no health without mental health.
Please don’t pity me for having a mental illness. Instead, wish me well for my discharge and full recovery.
I lost my mind, lost my self esteem, lost my pride, lost my sense of who I am, lost my confidence, lost my job & my income, lost my driving license and my independence… but I am slowly picking up the pieces… like a smashed vase, glueing itself together in to a beautiful mosaic. I will be strong again. I will be ok.
I am now being supported by a wonderful range of community services provided by the local Trust, the mental health charity MIND and Hackney Borough Council. I feel positive, optimistic, re-energised… and I’ve got my smile back.
Bring on 2017; it’s gonna be a great year
As a pediatrician in a NICU and the daughter of a lactation consultant, I’m very, very pro-breastfeeding… but nursing has a time and a place. A moving vehicle is NOT the time or the place. Nursing your child while the car is moving puts both you and your baby at significant risk of unnecessary injury. Here’s why:
I fervently believe that all jobs are hard, nobody really has it “easy;” we all get sick of our jobs. I speak on this point at an abnormal level for somebody my age. Whatever stress your career puts on you, it’s within human nature to minimize it to tolerability and then to despise it. This was one of the first facts I picked up when starting my fledgling career. A confirmation of one of my favorite truisms, “Everybody’s shit stinks.”
That said, I reserve a qualification for at least nurses. Maybe theirs smells a smidgen more.
As any partner should, I try to be there for her. If she chose a different profession, I have no doubt that I’d be fielding complaints about TPS reports, accounting errors, terrible students, whatever. I listen to her frustrations and her encouragements just as she does for me.
It is a rare week that I don’t hear about a situation that is heart-wrenchingly sad or simply inspirational.
It’s more than common for a person you worked with for weeks to just up and die on you in one 12-hour shift. A patient can go from laughing at 8:30pm to a belligerent silence at 6:00am. The hours between are whirlwinds of exhausted bodies, fierce hunger pains, and an utter and total lack of self. You’re now part of an elite team of experts working for one impossibly noble goal. Hunger, bodily fluids, emotions, all other concerns… they all fade.
Only to be snapped back to reality when you find yourself gingerly wiping the blood and sweat off your patients pale blue lips during postmortem care, just as your patient’s family sombers in for first of. . . so many last goodbyes. As you walk out of your patient’s room, it’s difficult to reconcile the sounds of gleeful morning birds chirping outside the window with the wet distilled chaos that still threatens to drip down your face. But, it’s time to stomach a Nutrigain bar, and maybe a barely warm, yet still burnt cup of coffee. One point five hours to go.
After work, she will arrive with timid smile, with only a hint of the slightest shake in her voice. It’s taken me years, but I can usually detect it. I’ve become her emotional Spectrogram. But I won’t know she had performed CPR in a cold lonely room on a woman she had considered “the sweetest little thing” just a few hours before. Not until she tells me. If she tells me.
Becoming a CNA is not only a good career, it’s also a great way to gain nursing experience and get your foot in the healthcare door. Many people start off as CNA’s and eventually become registered nurses, nurse practitioners, and sometimes even doctors. Take a look at the different levels of nursing and how each rung on the nursing ladder can get you greater responsibility and a higher salary.
To get a better idea of which careers are the most stressful, CareerCast examined 200 professions to compile its latest Jobs Rated report.
CareerCast weighed 11 factors to rank the most stressful jobs: travel; deadlines; working in the public eye; competitiveness; physical demands; environmental conditions; hazards encountered; the life of oneself or others at risk; meeting and interacting with customers or the public; and the potential for job growth.
Based on the 11 factors evaluated to determine the CareerCast’s jobs rated stress rankings, these 10 are the least stressful for workers:
We asked our Facebook fan CNAs for the most frustrating aspects of their jobs; check out some of their responses below…and sound off with your own in the comments!
8 frustrating things about being a CNA
1. “High patient ratios, feeling underappreciated, but most of all, nurses who won’t pay attention when you tell them something is up! As a CNA who is in nursing school, I have learned to recognize when something is not right, but too often the nurse shrugs me off and the patient suffers when it turns out that I was right in the long run.”
—Amelia Garner Shrader
2. “I have been a CNA for 16 years and I love my job! No, I do not want to be an RN or LPN! The most frustrating part of my job is the government telling our corporations how to staff their floors. Do they not understand that by giving us proper staffing, it would allow us to give our residents exceptional care? It would also minimize CNA burnout, abuse (emotional and physical) and work injuries. Since when is the minimum-possible the best way to go?”
—Kim Cugini
It is time to sound the depths of the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission’s database of emergency room visits. Below are the strangest, most awkwardly shaped, and least pleasant objects that America has shoved into its various holes. God bless us, everyone.
It is time to sound the depths of the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission’s database of emergency room visits. Below are the strangest, most awkwardly shaped, and least pleasant objects that America has shoved into its various holes. God bless us, everyone.
As always, objects are sorted by orifice, working south:
Rectum
