Friday, May 27, 2016

Holiday Schedule

Today worked out better than past Fridays before Memorial Day Monday.  Federal holidays on a Monday prompt a flurry of call-outs on the Friday before the weekend.

This does not make sense, at least not to me, in the nursing world because the usual work week is not Monday through Friday.  This is not a Three Day Weekend for any nurse or orderly at the hospital, so calling out on Friday does not make it a four-day weekend.

But the masses call out.  Technically this is not allowed, but there are no repercussions.

I prefer to have off myself, but not because I have travel plans.  (No money.)  The real reason is that I don't want to get pulled out of an office to work the floor with a nurse from Hell on a floor from Hell, which is where I usually end up.

My immediate supervisor scheduled herself off, so I could not be off.  Being the sole person to show up to cover multiple departments does not protect me from being reassigned to floor work.

On my way to work I envisioned being alone in the office without my supervisor and enjoying the peace.

She showed up to work anyway.  "Did you forget you have off?" I asked her. The day before I confirmed her day off with, "See you on Tuesday!  Enjoy your time off!"  She did not correct me yesterday.

Today, to explain her presence on her day off, a day that I could not take because she wanted off, she said, "I rescind."

I ended up not being pulled to work the floor, thank goodness.  But you see how she plays these games with the schedule?

Now to enjoy my weekend.




Sunday, May 22, 2016

When You Stop Fretting

A social worker brought a stack of bills to me.

There is an entire department dedicated to billing, of which singular me is not a part.  They have tried to dump billing on me.  Nope.  The ten plus people sitting around in the billing department can come together and get the job done.  I have my own work.

It looks like this social worker is their current target.  She asked what she should do with the bills.

I stared at her.

"Shove it up my ass?" she offered.

I smiled.  "You are learning!" I praised her.  "Actually, I was going to say to put them in the circular file."

"What is that?" she asked.

"The trash," I answered.

"Will do," she said, and left.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Who is not listening?



Me:        Hello.

Idiot:     Good morning, Enid.  This is Maria.

Me:        Good afternoon, Maria.

Idiot:     Maria. I said my name.  You don’t listen.

Me:        What can I do for you, Maria?

Idiot:     Yes.  We have a new admission.  Her name is S – M – I -

Me:        Maria, I coordinated and brought that new admission to you earlier.

Idiot:     Oh, that was you?

Me:        That was me.

Idiot:     I don’t know how you say this, but she needs an eye doctor.

Me:        Ophthalmologist.

Idiot:     Eye doctor.  I said the patient needs an eye doctor.

Me:        Fine.


Sunday, May 15, 2016

Nurse versus Not a Nurse

I was assigned to work in the Intake department again.  Prior times in this office have been civil.

Well, there is a new secretary in the department.  Her presence changes the dynamics.

"I got this job because of my connections, yes," she volunteered, "but I keep the job because I outperform everyone else."

For the record, the performance standards are very low.  She can turn on the computer, create and save documents, and send email.  This does indeed put her in the top at this hospital.

Then she challenged the specialized skills and knowledge that only nurses possess.  Fellow nurses, we must be aware that this exists, recognize it, and challenge anyone who dismisses nursing as a profession.

"Just so you know, I am more qualified than you to do your job," she continued.  "I have a four year degree and your job only requires a two year degree."

"You are a nurse?" I asked.

"No, but I don't need to be because I have a four year degree," she insisted.

"In nursing?" I tried again.

"No, not in nursing.  But you don't need a four year degree to work here as a nurse, so I am more qualified than most of the nurses in this place," the brat continued.

Now I needed to correct her.  "If you do not have a nursing license, regardless of any college degree, you are not qualified AT ALL to be a nurse."

"I am more educated than most of the nurses here," she continued, unpersuaded.

"I have a four year degree in nursing and I have a nursing license," I explained, "So you are not more qualified than I am to be a nurse.  You do not qualify to be a nurse at all, even if you have a doctorate in art history."

"I'm not saying that you don't have a four year degree.  You very well may have one.  I'm saying that I have a higher degree than the minimum for a nurse, so I should have the job they just sent you to do," she said confidently.

"Well, you can call your 'connections' who got you this secretarial position and tell them that you should be reassigned to my nursing position, and I'll go," I told her.

"They won't.  I already tried," she said, still convinced that she was correct and everyone else was failing to see the obvious.

I kept away from her for the rest of my assigned time.  Her desk is next to the door for the area.  I noticed that anytime I came or went she grabbed a notebook that rested in the corner of her desk.  I thought about telling her why I was leaving, such as the bathroom or to deliver a document, but decided not to.  She is going to twist my performance to make me look bad.  If I said I was going to the bathroom and she saw me talking to somebody, she would characterize that as lying to leave my work area.

She told me that she got another nurse dismissed from the position by keeping track of her comings and goings.  "I told the director, 'I just want you to look at this when you consider keeping this person in this position.  These are all the times she left and when she returned.  I'm not telling you what to conclusion to draw or what to do, just to look at this.'  And sure enough, she was reassigned."

What would be the term for her?  Not back-stabber.  She is doing this straight to people's faces.


Moving On


A nurse who left the hospital last year contacted me.  She is getting married and I am invited.  This will be the second wedding through my employment at this place.

What struck me about this nurse is that she was very knowledgeable and professional.  And most people hated her.  I could see that she gave up at a certain point in her years at the hospital.  Her work was well done, but she just could not be bothered with most of the employees.

She asked how I was getting on.

I told her that the place is still chaotic and the employees irresponsible.

She observed two issues:
1-  There is no room for advancement.
2-  Certain people run the place who are not formally in charge.  They treat others poorly or well depending on personal preferences and their mood in that moment.

Yes, that sums it up.

Her advice:
Stay there as long as needed to accomplish my goals, and then get out.  Nothing good and nothing better will come from this institution.