Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Harvesting and Focusing Power

When I arrive to work, there is usually a large group waiting to leave.  Rules forbid punching out until the shift ends, hence the crowd.

On this particular morning, the outgoing night shift was roaming instead of sitting when I entered the hospital.  As I approached the time clock, a woman called out, "Oh, no you don't!" and ran ahead of me and punched out.  I punched in and kept walking.

Others in the group shrieked, "What are you doing!  It's too early to punch out."

The woman yelled, "No!  How do I cancel it?" and started punching the time clock.  Then she wailed, "See what she made me do?  She raced me to the time clock so I would punch out early and get in trouble."

I did not make that woman do anything.  I was not even trying to.  I walked quietly along the fringes of the lobby, hoping nobody would mess with me.

Yet I had great power and influence over this woman.

My question is:  How can I get more in touch with this power and use it to get people to do what I want?

This woman harbored bad thoughts about me that manifested negatively for her.  But now she is angrier with me, blaming me for her rash decision to register at the time clock before I did.

It is okay that an enemy harmed themselves through no effort on my part.  But how can I use my natural impact on people to get them to do beneficial things for me?

Sunday, March 27, 2016

I'll Have What She's Having

I needed to schedule a class (unrelated to nursing).  I asked my supervisor what worked for her ("any day is fine, I'm not taking off now") and finally selected a date in April.  I told my supervisor and marked it on the office calendar.  I wrote it on the official worksheet for April and noted that she had not marked any days off for herself.

(Please note that this course cost over $200 and is non-refundable.  Hence my carefulness in ensuring that this was a feasible date to be off from work.)

I found out through a phonecall that this was the same exact date she picked to be off herself.

My supervisor handed me the phone, saying, "It's for you," as if she had no idea why her supervisor was asking for me.

"You can't both have off on the same day," she scolded me.  I looked at my supervisor.  She was pretending to be busy shuffling papers.

"I have one day scheduled, which I discussed with my supervisor back in February," I tried.

"Why don't you clarify with her when she is taking off before you schedule your days?  She has seniority, so she bumps you.  You need to communicate.  We've had this discussion before about your lack of communication and the negative effects it has on others."

"On the contrary," I defended myself, "This problem arose because I communicated my desired day off to her."  I turned to my immediate supervisor and spoke before she could.  "You had to pick the same day that I had already scheduled."

"I have seniority," she started.

"I know you have worked here longer," I answered.  "Seniority doesn't mean that you should purposely mess up other people's schedules.  I did communicate with you.  You didn't write down any time off on the worksheet."

"I don't have to tell you when I want off from work," she said and walked away.




Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Incognito Profile be Damned

I am careful to not be "friends" on FaceBook with most people at this hospital.  The few who have requested are on the restricted list, which means that they cannot see anything that is available to the unrestricted friends.  I post little "public" information, just enough to convince the followers that they see something.

Well, it didn't matter.  An orderly approached me and said, "I'm sorry to hear about your aunt's passing."

"My aunt didn't die," I responded.

"Well, your cousin.  Whoever.  The death in your family," she continued.

"Nobody in my family died recently," I answered.

"But I saw it on FaceBook," she explained.

This orderly is an idiot.  She may have seen that I commented on someone else's post about a death.  Because she cannot comprehend what she reads, she may have misinterpreted that it was my family member who died.  Or she saw a funeral procession last week and jumped to the conclusion that it was for my family.

She forms illogical conclusions from random events and no evidence to contrary can cause her to change her thoughts.  But she is a worker, not a patient.

"I did not put such a thing on FaceBook," I stated.

At this point, my supervisor, who usually monitors my every move, had noticed the exchanged and was watching, mouth open, eyes wide.

"I know I read that on your page," the orderly continued.  "Check on your page.  You'll see it."

"No."  I wanted to challenge the misinformation.  "Show me what you are seeing."

"Oh, you know I can't because I got a new phone," she answered.

"Your new phone has your FaceBook account, so pull up the post you are referring to," I pushed.

She took out her phone and paused.  "Oh, I get it.  Never mind.  I'll be quiet.  You were taking off from work by using the excuse that your aunt died.  Okay.  I won't say anything."

My supervisor gasped and ran into an office.  "I am not off from work.  I am standing here in front of you.  Now show me what you are talking about."

She fumbled with her phone while I stared at her.  Finally, she held up her phone.  "See?" she sneered.

A woman with a name similar to mine had posted that her mother had died.  The orderly was an idiot.  An absolute idiot.

"I'm still waiting for you to show me my FaceBook page with a death notice on it," I stated.

"This!" she shook her phone at me, as if I was the idiot.

"That's not me!  Look at it!  This person has a different name, lives in a different state, works in a different field, and has two young children.  She doesn't even look like me," I rattled off.

The orderly stared at her phone.  "Well, I did wonder why you had all this wrong information listed."

"Because it's not me!  It's someone else!"

She was not convinced.

Later, my supervisor had to speak with me.  "You can't make up a death in the family to take off from work," she cautioned.

"I didn't," I answered.

"You were caught before you could," she said.

"I was not caught," I answered.  "You overheard someone who is not bright making a ridiculous mistake.  I have not requested to be off from work.  Plus, there is no bonus time off for a death.  If I want to use my time off to attend a funeral or to go on a trip or to do nothing, it doesn't matter.  It's all treated the same."

"I think it's dishonest and unprofessional," she continued, unfazed by my defense.

"I think it's dishonest and unprofessional, too," I said, "That you think it is okay to berate me for something that never even happened."

"You are the one who said it happened, not me.  I'm not the one lying on FaceBook that my aunt died when she didn't.  Now your aunt will die and it will be your fault because you wished it," she scolded me, as if we were both naive children.

How is this my job?  It could be funny, laughing at them, but it's not because they get me in trouble.  Why is there such a nasty, negative streak in everything they do?  The orderly didn't confuse me with someone who accomplished something and then congratulate me; she inferred that I was lying and scheming to cheat my employer.  And my supervisor had no problem hopping on this bandwagon, refusing to consider my objection that there was no logic to these claims and no evidence.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Will this become a Career Emergency?

By chance I came across a report of an audit recently done at the hospital.  I knew something had happened because the brat who inhabits an office near mine got into trouble and blamed me.

The report was several pages of things that are wrong at the hospital as per this auditing firm.  Some of it is true and serious.  Some is ridiculous, such as doctors needing to sign more papers than they already do once a year that they have nothing that would interfere with practicing medicine, no conflicting interests, no mental issues, no physical issues, no financial issues.  On and on.

One issue grabbed me.  Emergency Preparedness beyond 96 hours of an external disaster.  Of course the hospital can't support itself if cut-off from the outside world for more than a few days.  If the rest of the world is ending, then the hospital has no chance.



I don't even know what this is.  I wasn't told.  I picked up a copy of this report that someone left lying around.

This could tie into my appointment as Responder to Emergencies.  There is not necessarily a logical connection, especially in this place, but this could be part of a cascade of events that will not end well for me.

Farewell to a Good Man

One of the orderlies died.  He had cancer that spread.  I don't know where it started, but in the end, he could not eat and did not want a feeding tube.  He worked as long as he could to provide for the children he would be leaving behind.

I remember one moment  when he made me feel better.  I was upset that a guy had canceled a date with me, citing tiredness.  The orderly said, "I don't care if I had just taken a sleeping pill and was a step above unconscious.  If you wanted to see me, I'd be there."

My he rest in peace.

Plan to Freedom Foiled

A patient eloped.  He walked straight out the front door and continued about half a mile before someone found him.  He was not hurt.

This is not the first time that a patient has simply walked through secured doors that others held open for him.

He is an older guy.  He said he just wanted to go for a walk and get "real coffee."  Also, "I have been here too long.  Please.  Why can't I leave?"

It tugged at my heart strings.  Glancing at his chart, I noticed that he was admitted over twenty years ago.  With no where else to go, he is stuck in the hospital until he is feeble enough to qualify for nursing home placement.

This is very sad to me.  I can sneak him java from the local coffee shop, but I can't set him free.

The place makes me unstable, and I do not spend all day every day here.  And I get paid to be here.  Imagine the devastating impact on the patients.

Thursday, March 3, 2016


The brat who does no work, for which I was blamed, came to me for help.

I was shocked.

She needed a new container for her cleaning and sterilizing.  The ordering department wanted to know measurements.  She was confused.  They sent her out with a ruler and a tape measure.

She had no idea how to measure.  None.  Inches.  Centimeters.  Height.  Width.  Length.  Not there.

Yet this person has no problem telling me how to be a nurse.

I measured the container that she wished to replace.  She wrote down the numbers and returned to the ordering department with the information.


When the Numbers Do Not Add Up

One of the orderlies stood in the doorway, squinting inside.  There is something really wrong with her.  She asked, "What are those numbers on the wall?"

"I don't see any numbers on the wall," I answered.

"On the paper," she explained.

"That's a calendar," I answered.

Dumbfounded, she said, "What are those numbers for?"

"They are the days of the month.  We are in March, which has 31 days.  That is why you see the numbers one through 31 written on that piece of paper on the wall," I explained.

This was not stupidity.  She knows what a calendar is.  Her next remark clarified that her craziness was worsening.  "Those numbers are going to come out tonight in the draw.  You will see.  Big money."

I heard that she has a gambling problem.

She walked over to a chair and plopped down.  She pulled out scraps of paper and several notebooks and began furiously scribbling.  I waited a few minutes and then walked by her to see what she was writing.  Numbers.  She was writing numbers in all directions on the papers.  I have seen patients doing this.  They associate deep meaning to random events.  So many thoughts fly through their head at once that they try to gain control by writing it all down.

But she is not a patient.  She is employed here.  As I suspected long ago, she should be a patient.  It's not funny.  She has harassed me for years.  She made another nurse quit by threatening to make false reports.  This woman is deeply troubled and she has negatively influenced people and events at the hospital, enabled by those in charge.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Not her Fault

One of the loud, lazy people who "works" in the same area as I do got into trouble.  From what I can observe, her job is to support one doctor who works once a week.  It's a forty hour position for one hour of work.  This woman openly does nothing all day, every day.

Well, someone did some kind of inspection or audit of her logs.  She was supposed to be cleaning, sterilizing, and storing instruments used by the doctor and keeping records.  This she did not do.

"So I got lazy," she yelled at an administrative person who came to see her.  "Someone should have done something about this."

After conferring with my immediate supervisor, the group spoke to me.  The group advised me that I should have intervened because I am a nurse.

"I'm not her supervisor," I tried.

"But a nurse is like a supervisor to employees who are not nurses," the group explained.

The lazy woman and I refuted this claim.  "Oh hell no, she ain't in charge of me!" the lazy woman roared.

Basically, this woman has nobody in charge of her.  While everyone is my boss, nobody is hers.  Sure I noticed, with jealousy, that she does nothing.  I wondered how I could get a job like hers.  I have to justify my existence hour by hour, while she just hangs out.  It is not possible that nobody else noticed that this woman is always screaming into her cell phone or missing entirely.

I don't know why this is suddenly an issue and why I'm being dragged into it.  Maybe they'll add her job onto my list of duties and then cite me for the absence of her records for the last several years.