Sunday, July 16, 2017

Figuring Out a New Area

Well, I am in my new spot.

I'm confused about what I'm supposed to be doing.  I don't know who my direct supervisor is.  Other people are around, but we are not in the same department.

But it is so nice to not see the people from my prior work area.

I'll post stories as I try to navigate these new waters.






Saturday, June 17, 2017

Leave Already

Three evil people were recently very happy.

They were hired together 25 years ago.  Combined with their advanced age, they have reached a magical situation only possible under the old retirement plan:  They can retire.  Leave.  Collect money for not working.

This is not the retirement plan for me and others hired within the last two decades.  Actually, we have no retirement plan.

These people include a supervisor, a woman from my work area, and a secretary who is bonkers.  They are all nasty, lazy people who need to leave.

I understand that they are unemployable outside this Snake Pit.

But I am going to remind them whenever they open their mouths against me that they don't need to be here anymore.  They are working when they could be sitting at home, not aggravating me, and still collecting a check for it.


Friday, June 16, 2017

Giving a Little Extra

A patient attacked a staff member on a ward I was covering.

I let the male staff perform the physical break up of the altercation.

The nurse came to me with the doctor's stat order:  two milligrams of lorazepam (Ativan) and 5 milligrams of haloperidol (Haldol).

"IM?" I asked hopefully.  (Injections.)

"No, PO," he sighed.  (Oral.)

That's not enough to calm down an agitated big guy who has already thrown punches.

I grabbed the lorazepam and asked where they keep their extra Haldol tablets.

"Give liquid Haldol in juice," he said.  "And make it a Nursing Dose."

I smiled.  Yes, we do this.


Thursday, June 15, 2017

Glad to be away from Psycho Nurse

My assignment one day was to check charts on the ward where Nurse Fortune was gracing her presence.  I survived.  I’m proud.  I did have flashbacks to our prior horrible years, where I felt hostage to her wrath.



She watched me in the chart room the entire time.  Non-stop complaining on her end.



Politics:  “Your President” she kept stating, as if I alone decide on the president of the country and people who complain don’t have him as president.

Work:  “I know so much about all these patients, it makes me sick.  Nobody else knows what they are doing.”



Family:  “How can they say that my son is a behavioral problem?  Oh, he yells and talks back.  He fights.  He doesn’t listen.  He doesn’t do the work.  Not my son.  I mean, where would he learn that behavior?  Not from me.  If that’s what he does in school, which I don’t believe, then he learned it at school so they should take a serious look at themselves.”




I feel bad for any child of hers.  She’s a jerk.  She’s the only one who doesn’t see her behavior and attitude reflected in her child.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Moving?

I am moving out of my current spot and getting a desk elsewhere in the building, according to Nurse Sally.  She seems nice.

I have endured three years in my current spot.  Three seems to be my limit for anything.

What she is calling a desk is one table in a large hallway.  Other people occupy other tables.  "My desk" is currently a repository of papers, binders, and boxes.

Part of the problem is that this table is adjacent to the nursing staffing people.  It will be too easy for them to be scrambling for coverage and find their solution in Nurse Enid, "who is just sitting there, doing nothing."  Unlike the other office nurses, I'm classified as a floor nurse.

Another issue is that I keep all of my current duties, plus extra as added by Nurse Sally.  Not sure when I get to sit at my new table/desk, which is nowhere near where I need to be to schedule appointments, procedures, and to do rounds with doctors.

The other issue is that someone, such as Nurse Fortune, could find out, flip out, claiming I'm getting a cushy deal, and file a complaint with our union.  Even though Nurse Sally seems nice, she is powerless against Nurse Fortune and the union.

I did some paperwork from the charts as requested.  When I handed it to Nurse Sally, she said to give it to her secretary.  Her secretary occupies one of the tables near my new table.

The secretary glared at me when I handed her the papers.  (I had the foresight and experience to make copies first.)  "Listen," she started, "Don't go thinking that you are going to make more work for me."

"Sally told to research these issues and fill out these forms and give them to you," I explained.  "That was my assignment."

"Well," she huffed, "You could have said 'no'."

"Actually, I'm not in a position to refuse an assignment," I tried.

"So because you do whatever anyone tells you, now I have more work?" she sneered.  "Does that seem right to you?"

This is a hopeless cycle everywhere in this hospital.

"Take your own advice and refuse to do it," I told the secretary.

"I didn't ask you to tell me what to do, thank you very much," she snapped.  "Let's get that straight right now.  You don't tell me what to do.  You don't give me work.  You are not my supervisor.  Don't even speak to me.  Got it?"

I left and returned to my previous (or current?) work area.  There, I realized that no provisions were made for my addition to that department.  The "desk" I used varied from day to day and was a table or counter where I could spread out papers to work on them.  My supervisor and the other employees had cabinets dedicated to their personal stuff, while she told me that I could not keep anything in the office, including pens I needed to write with.

If people ask, I'll tell them that there was not enough work in my current department to justify two nurses, so I was reassigned.

I will not allow myself to get excited about this move because it may not happen.



Tuesday, June 13, 2017

That's Okay

I had to cover a unit, which involved the narc count.  The process was a lot more involved than I remembered.

"Oh, someone lost some pills," the nurse explained.

"Who?" I asked.

She smiled.  There was more than one nurse and they were all favored children.

"If you or I did that, we'd be sitting in jail right now," I said.

The other nurse shook her head in agreement.


Monday, June 12, 2017

Drawing a Line

The nurse whose office I sometimes cover joined a meeting, late, and plopped herself down next to me.

In front of me was only a notebook, upon which I was fervidly writing my grocery list.

This nurse spread her pile of papers into my space and onto my notebook, over my hand and pen.  This was no accident.

What was the proper response?  She was pushing me and I had to push back.

I placed my arm on the table and mushed her papers back into her area.

This startled her, but she didn't put the papers back onto me and my area.


Sunday, June 11, 2017

Another Hat I Wear

I don't understand the fixation on my wearing a hat.

I am not the only person who wears a hat.  There is nothing unusual about my hat.  I wear a warm hat in the cold and a hat with a brim when it's sunny.

"There you are in your hat!" one of the orderlies cooed in the parking lot.

I stared at her.  For the record, she is not well-balanced.

"Oh!  That's right.  You said there's a reason why you wear it."  She paused, trying to think.  "To protect your heart!" she declared.

"My eyes!" I corrected her.

"Your eyes?" she said, confused.  "How would a hat protect your eyes?  And what would your eyes need protection from?"

"The sun," I answered.

Still confused.  "But we need the sun," she tried.  "That can't be why you would wear a hat."

"Sure it is," I insisted.  "How could a hat protect someone's heart?"

"How would I know?" she answered.  "You're the one who is wearing the hat."




Saturday, June 10, 2017

Maybe She's Just Not a Nice Person

A social worker asked me if the secretary who retired is actually gone.

“Yes,” I responded.

“Oh good!” she squealed.  “That woman was so rude and nasty.”

Someone else joined in.  “Yeah!  I thought it was just me.  This whole time I thought that I did something bad to her.  I’m so glad to hear that’s just how she was.”

Me too.  She was super nice to my supervisor, but that was to secure favors.  Everyone else was worth nothing to her, so she showed them her ugly side.


 A social worker asked me if the secretary who retired is actually gone.

“Yes,” I responded.

“Oh good!” she squealed.  “That woman was so rude and nasty.”

Someone else joined in.  “Yeah!  I thought it was just me.  This whole time I thought that I did something bad to her.  I’m so glad to hear that’s just how she was.”

Me too.  She was super nice to our supervisor, but that was to secure favors.  Everyone else was worth nothing to her, so she showed them her ugly side.


Friday, June 9, 2017

All Eyes on Me

I escorted a new admission to the secured ward where Nurse Helen was assigned.

As soon as she saw the patient and me, she started crying to the supervisor who was nearby, "Why can't Enid do it?  She has no work.  It's not fair.  She does nothing.  Tell her to do the admission!"

Meanwhile, another horrible nurse started calling my name from across the room.  "Enid!  Enid!  Enid!"  I looked over at her.  "Can you let me into this room?"

"You don't have a key?" I shouted back.

"I forgot it inside this room," she responded.

"Why are you asking me?" I continued the game.  "There are at least five orderlies in between you and me.  Why can't one of them let you into the room?"

She said nothing.

"Why can't the people inside that room let you back in?" I continued.  "Are you telling me that you knocked on the door and everyone inside ignored you?"

Of course she hadn't knocked on the door or asked someone next to the door to let her in.  Just like Nurse Helen, she could focus only on me.

Bizarre.

But I was proud of myself for holding my ground.


Thursday, June 8, 2017

Careless Planning


I'm getting good at seeing the nonsense for what it is.

Some of the higher-ups met with me and said I was (finally) being moved out of my current department.  I requested this last year when my supervisor staged a set-up to get me fired.

Let's not get excited.  I've heard this before.

The Details:  There is no time frame for this move, but my new assignments begin immediately, while my existing workload will remain my responsibility.

"So this is adding more work and not actually granting my request for a transfer?" I asked to confirm.

They fidgeted.  "Well," one of them offered, "You are so great at what you do, so we need you to advise us on modifying care plans."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Give suggestions on how to improve them," was the answer.

I didn't prolong the meeting.  Whatever they want from me, they won't say directly.

Later I bumped into the secretary of one of the women from the meeting.

"Did they tell you that they expect you to fix every care plan?" she asked.

"Not in those words," I answered.

"Yeah, we had a meeting earlier today and someone suggested that you be given the assignment of doing care plans because the nurses aren't filling them out or updating them," she explained.  "They said, 'Get Enid involved.  She loves to fix things.'"

They spoke as if I would be altering the format of the care plans, not actually doing them myself.  That's what they meant by 'modify.'  Writing the content of the care plans for each individual patient. This is not possible.  I don't know each patient.  There are hundreds of patients.  The nurses taking care of the patient have to write the care plan based on the individual patient's needs and goals and update them when a new problem arises.

They are sneaky.  They did the same thing with emergency services, first pretending that they wanted me to improve the policy when all they wanted was for me to take blame for incidents.



Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Nope. Not Happening.


During a meeting, someone asked the medical director if he was planning to confer with the psychologist handling a patient's case.

"No," he said, nonchalantly, shaking his head, "I don't speak to psychotic people masquerading as doctors."

Wow.  I wish this were an option for me!


Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Sure, I'll Do That Person's Job Too

Someone asked me if the retired secretary’s position had been filled yet because she wanted it.

“Not that I know of,” I replied.  “The hospital has not been filling empty positions, but rather distributing the work to others.  They will probably give her workload to me.”

“How can they put more work on you when you already do so much!” the person gasped.

“Oh, thank you for noticing!” I answered.


(The departed secretary didn’t do much and they keep adding to my responsibilities, so this is a strong possibility.  My supervisor will embrace the idea.)

Monday, June 5, 2017

Minds Already Lost

On a breezy, sunny day, I walked through the parking lot, holding onto the hat on my head.

Inside, an employee asked me why I was holding my head outside, “As if your head would come off!” she laughed.

“My hat,” I explained.  “My hat would blow off my head.”

“Why would your hat blow away?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Because of the wind,” I explained.  Did she just land on planet earth?

She did not understand.

The next day, an employee who was present for the above exchanged approached me.

“You know,” she said, “I was walking outside and it was windy.  I noticed that I put my hand on my head so that my wig would not blow off!”

I stared at her.

“I thought it was strange when I heard that you had your hand on your head because you thought your hat would blow away.  But now I realize that I do the same thing!”  She seemed quite proud of herself for connecting her reaction to a stimulus.


How could people have so little self awareness?

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Breaking the Cycle

When you are so exposed to bad behavior you can sense it coming
I joined a friend at her place of work on her lunch break.  She can’t leave, but she can have visitors.  Some of her coworkers joined us.

A woman marched herself through our group, loudly clapping and shouting, “Come on!  Get to the conference room for the celebratory lunch!  I’m starving!”

One of the women stood up to follow.

“We already stopped in,” my friend said as she motioned for the coworker to sit back down.

The interrupting woman grabbed the arm of the person about to sit, shouting, “I have to talk to you NOW.  In private.”

“Let go of her!” my friend snapped.  “We are on our lunch break.  You can meet with her after lunch.  I thought you said you were ‘starving’.”

The woman looked around the group and left.

“Should we have gone with her?” someone asked.

“No,” I said.  “I recognized the bullying based on my own workplace.  She wants to break up any cohesion.”  I turned to the woman who had stood to follow, the one who was grabbed and pulled.  

“You appeared to be the weakest because you obeyed her order to leave, then someone else’s order to sit.  So she upped her abuse by putting her hands on you to see how far she could push you without you pushing back.  She crossed a bold line.  Yell at her to take her hands off you.”

“I’m not strong.  I can’t do this,” the woman replied.

“I know,” I said.  “It’s not easy.  Later, find her when she is seated, and with some witnesses, remain standing and calmly tell her that she is never to put her hands on you again.  Don’t wait for her response, which will be acting shocked and claiming that you are lying.  Depart immediately, leaving an image in the witnesses’ minds of her attacking you.”

Good or bad advice?

I want to make it clear that I do not blame the victim.  She seemed weaker and that is why she was chosen.  But the aggressor chose to attack.  We were all in the room with this more susceptible person and we did not attack her.  She was bullied because the perpetrator thought she could get away with it.  Normal people don't go around attacking vulnerable people.


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Don't Know How She Does It

I covered an office so that one of the administrative nurses could get ready for an event at the hospital.  The position requires heavy phone time.

Other administrative nurses (how come some people are saddled with back-breaking work while others get to play all day?) crowded into the office, giggling and shouting and otherwise making it impossible for me to hear on the phone, nevermind concentrate.  The workload was heavier than usual because the secretary was out sick.

One of the nurses commented, “I’m so glad your secretary isn’t here.  We could never have done this with HER in here.”

That was it.  They wouldn’t dare do this to the secretary, but I am what?  Garbage to be disregarded?

“Ladies,” I shouted over their loud bantering, “I can’t hear on the phone.  Please!”

The nurse whose office it was replied, “Well, that is how it is.  This is a busy hospital.  If you can’t cope, you’ll never get far.”

“Your noise level is not reflective of the hospital’s busyness, but rather your lack of work.” 

They stared at me, surprised.

“Why am I in here, trying to do your work, while you sit there, chit chatting?  I have my own assignments to complete.”  Then I threw in the magic words to get them out.  “I’ll go work on a floor until you are ready to actually leave for the event.”

The nurse whose office it was shooed the rest out.  “We all have work to do,” she said to me.

“So do it,” I said.

I could only get away with this because this particular nurse is so incompetent that senior management has taken notice.  She reports me every time I cover her office, so management has to review my performance.  Every Damn Time.  They told me that I am much better at the job than she is.  This does not matter because they will never bump her out of her high-paying position and give it to me.  Our salaries are in the union contract, so this is how I know that she earns almost double what I do.

The woman left eventually.

When I returned from lunch, she was in the office, staring into space.  “Oh, this doctor called for you.  Here is his number.”

The torn piece of paper did not have enough digits to be a phone number.  “What did he want?” I asked.

“How would I know?” she asked, bewildered.  “You are the one working in this office today.”

This woman is impossible.

“Let me get this straight,” I started.  “This is your full-time position.  I am covering for you today, even though you are in the office.  A doctor calls.  You know what he wants because you work on his caseload.  But instead of answering his question, you tell him that I will call him back.  I can’t help him.  I would have to waste time looking through the piles of papers, hoping to find the patient he’s calling about.  Even if I found the patient’s file, I still couldn’t help the doctor because you don’t put notes on anything, so I have no clue about the status of any file in this office.  And you think that was an appropriate response you gave to the doctor?  Why did you answer the phone if you had no intention of assisting the caller?”

She couldn’t follow all these words.  “Well, just make sure you call him back.  You shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

And she’s the one who commands a high salary and her own office.


Friday, June 2, 2017

Burning Bridges

Burning bridges
I ran into the retiring woman on her last day.

“It’s the last time you have to see her,” I told myself.

“I hope you enjoy your retirement,” I said to her.

“Retirement?” she retorted.

My heart sank.  Had I misunderstood?  Did I have to keep seeing her every day?

“How can I retire on the meager pension they offer here?” she sneered.  “We aren’t all made of money like you.”

Ah yes.  This prevalent misconception that I am independently wealthy and work at the hospital merely to take a salary away from a needy person.

I let it slide, concentrating on my future without this particular person.

“I had to retire from this job because my daughter has to return to work so soon after having a baby,” she quipped.

Oh- she is upset about a family situation but projecting her anger onto me instead.

“I didn’t know.  Congratulations on the new baby!” I said.

“Yeah, right,” she continued.  “You’ve been spreading my business all over this hospital for years and now you’re gonna stand there and tell me you didn’t know my daughter had a baby.  BULL SHIT.”

Once the cursing started, I figured I was justified in walking away.  Or cursing back, but we were within earshot of witnesses, who would later recall only my transgressions.

This caught me by surprise.  I knew the conversation was sliding downhill fast and that I couldn’t rescue it, but I was not expecting this.  This is why she has been so nasty to me over the years?  She thinks I spread her business around the hospital?

First, I don’t know her or her business.  I know her name and that she has some adult children, but that is all.  Second, I barely talk to anyone unless I have to about hospital business.

And what would make her interesting to talk about?


Good riddance.


Thursday, June 1, 2017

I Nothing You

One of the administrative nurses, Natalie, tried dumping a hopeless paperwork project on me.  Only my direct supervisor is my boss, so the technique is for the dumper to command me through my supervisor.

“Oh just do it and hush!” my supervisor told me.

Well, I didn’t.

My supervisor and/or Natalie reported me to one of the big wigs, who ambushed me one afternoon.

I remained calm.  I briefly explained that I do not work in the department that is claiming that I did not do an assignment.

The big wig appeared disinterested.  “Oh, okay, so don’t do their work then,” she grumbled, and left.

That went well? I wondered.

Soon Natalie called.  “I understand that you did not do the assignment and that you are upset with me,” she started.  “This is only paperwork.  There is nothing to get emotional about.”


This place has taught me how to twist a story as well.  “I have no emotional connection to you,” I responded coldly.

She fumbled for words.  “Oh, well, I mean, you are upset about the paperwork,” she tried.

“I have no emotional connection to any inanimate object,” I replied, colder than before.

Logical, right?  If I have no emotional connection to a living person, then how could I to a non-living thing?

“So are you going to do the paperwork, or not?” Natalie continued.

“No,” I answered firmly.

She started huffing.  “It needs to get done.  I have too much work.  You can do it.  You have nothing to do.  You can do it fast if you wanted to.  You make problems for people.”

I interrupted her.  “Natalie, you sound upset and emotional.  I’m going to let you stop here so you can gain control over yourself.”


Then I hung up. 

Sunday, May 28, 2017

No Invitation for the Outsider

My department held a party for the secretary who is retiring.

I found out afterwards from pictures on FaceBook.  People outside the department were invited.

They kept this so hush-hush that I did not know in advance.  This scares me.  They could be actively planning their next attack on me and I would have no clue.

The next day, I wanted to hear their reactions when I asked if we were going to have a retirement celebration for the secretary.  "Will it be at a restaurant, or will it be here?  If it's here, I'll bake cookies or cupcakes in her favorite flavor."  This was my line.

The person who works closest with the retiree blushed and looked down.  "Oh, she doesn't want any fuss.  Definitely no party."  She would not make eye contact with me.

"I see," I replied.

I sprinted to my immediate supervisor, Linda, before the first one could tip her off.

"Are we having a retirement celebration?" I asked.

She looked at me as if I were crazy.  She didn't have to fumble for words.  "We already went out and celebrated her retirement.  Why would we do that twice?" she sneered, not even concerned that I was left out.

"I didn't know that you already had a party," I replied, trying to sound hurt.

"That's because you were not invited," she snapped, never stopping to shuffle her piles of papers.

***

Working as an outsider is not an unfamiliar situation to me, but it is stressful.  They can ban together and have me ousted.  My friend told me to not worry, that they tried that before; I prevailed then and I will prevail if it happens again.

If they replace the woman who is leaving (as opposed to dumping her tasks on me), maybe that person will not side with the crowd against me.  They don't like new people, so that could be my strategy to align with the new secretary- offering her the only friendly hand she'll see in that place.


Saturday, May 27, 2017

Consistent Misbehavior

Nursing is a small world.  You might leave a job, but you can never leave all of your coworkers behind at that job.

I was shopping at a food store (essentials only- no spare cash here) when I bumped into a nurse I worked with a lifetime ago.  We reviewed who died since we last saw each other.

Then we declared where we currently worked.  She asked if I work with Nurse Helen.  I confirmed.  We both smiled.  I said, "I wondered where else Helen worked.  She would never tell me.  Does she work there every day?  Because that is her excuse for needing to leave early every day," I said.

The other nurse smiled.  "No, she doesn't work with us every day.  As a matter of fact, she always has to leave early," the other nurse informed me.

"Is she always on her phone?" I asked.

"Yes!" the other nurse joked.  "And she shirks all responsibility."

"Same when she is with me!" I laughed.

It's good to have this information.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Playing Fast and Loose

I was coordinating the transfer of a patient to a secure ward when I hit a snag.  The hospital requires the vital signs in writing; not given orally over the telephone.

"He refuses," the other nurse said, as if that settled the matter.

"No vitals, no transfer," I asserted.

One of the reasons for requiring vitals is that the patient has to be able-bodied to be admitted to psych.

Eventually the vitals were faxed.  The page was blank except for four numbers.  No patient name.  The date was "today."  Literally "today."  No month, day, or year.  The health care provider was "doctor."  Literally "doctor."  No name.  No signature.

I refused the paper and told them to print the vitals from their computer system.  Psych does not have access and does not use the computer system, hence the fax requirement.

They faxed a printout.  Blurry.  Grainy.  Not a single word or number could be deciphered.

I faxed it back to them.  They claimed that my fax machine messed it up.

After I told them I was skipping to the next patient for the only bed available, magically the vitals were printed and faxed clearly.

The patient arrived healthy.  His behavior, however, resembled nothing of the angel described in the notes.


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Played Like a Fool


I confronted the supervisor who scheduled me to work on Sunday.  "Why did the weekend supervisor claim to not know that I was supposed to work?" I asked.

At first, she acted fed up and said, "Of course they knew!  I am so sick of these people!"

Then she motioned me into her office.

"Listen," she ordered.  "You were not on the schedule.  You were on standby IN CASE somebody called out."

"I was not on standby," I corrected her.  "You told me you were short even with my addition to the schedule."

"Yeah, well," she whistled through her mouth, "You were actually an extra nurse because someone usually calls out.  Nobody called out, so you were lucky that the supervisor let you stay."

"I canceled my plans because you said you were 'so short' and 'desperate' and that I 'need to help on the weekends every now and then'.  That was all a lie?" I asked.

She gave me a dirty look.  "I said what I needed to say to get you to agree to come in.  If you don't like it, well, honey, welcome to the real world.  Get over it."

I was pissed.  I felt duped.  She was saying that it was my fault she had to lie to get me to do what she wanted me to do.  Of course I would not cancel my plans and sit and home and wait in case they called me to come in.  There is no paid on-call arrangement.

"Don't ever ask me to cover an extra shift or switch my day off again," I said.

"Oh, now you're just being petty," she groaned.

"Welcome to the real world," I said and left.


Sunday, May 21, 2017

Remind Me to Never Again Work an Extra Shift

I am never picking up an extra shift again.  Ever.

Earlier in the week, the shift supervisor asked me to cover the first shift on Sunday because so many people had already asked to be off.

I take a fitness class on Sunday mornings, which I had to cancel.  Never cancel plans for this place.

I thought I was being smart by asking to be off one day during the week in return for working Sunday.  “So it actually doesn’t count against you as overtime,” I explained to the supervisor, who eagerly agreed.

She confirmed with me on Friday that I was working Sunday and told me that I was covering for Nurse Anna.  I took the additional step of contacting Nurse Anna, who was surprised to hear that her request to be off had been granted.

Saturday morning, as I tried to sleep in, my phone buzzed and buzzed with work calling.  I have learned to not answer when they call to force them to leave a voice message as proof.

They were in a state of confusion, as usual, and said that they did not understand why Nurse Anna was claiming that she would be off on Sunday and I was covering when I was not on the schedule.

I called back and spoke to the supervisor, confirming that I was working and Nurse Anna was to be off.

On Sunday morning, as I arrived to work with Nurse Anna.  “Why are you here?” we both asked.

“They said you were not coming and that I had better show up,” Anna explained.

She should have fled instead of coming inside the building.  We went to her ward and began working. 

Half an hour into the shift, Nurse Marie came in.  She is the nurse who complained that I takeeveryone’s money, even though I am already rich.  (Anyone who is independently wealthy but chooses to work in this hell hole is an idiot.)

Immediately she started screaming that I was stealing overtime, I am greedy, and that I should learn how to manage my money better so that I don’t have to take other people’s money when they really need it.  She screamed at Nurse Anna.  She called the supervisor and screamed at him.  Then she left the ward, declaring to staff and patients alike, “I am leaving.  Unlike that greedy woman, I am not so hungry that I would take food out of a baby’s mouth.”

Nurse Anna and I felt relieved that the cyclone left.

Soon afterwards, she returned with the supervisor.  “Nurse Mueller,” the supervisor said to me, “You cannot just walk in here and take someone’s job.  That is not right and you know it.”

“I was asked to work and assigned this ward,” I explained.

“No, there is no record of what you say,” he countered.

“Yes, I have several voicemail recordings on my phone,” I volleyed back.

This took him a moment to think of a reply.  “Even so, we did not know if you were coming to work or not, so the shift goes to a more reliable nurse.”

“When have I ever not come to work?” I tried.  “Since when am I unreliable?”

“This shift was promised to Nurse Marie, so you must let her work,” he decided.

“Fine,” I replied.  “But Nurse Anna wanted off, and the shift was also promised to me, so instead of letting me go, how about you let Nurse Anna go?”

The supervisor was confused.  “You are not going.  We need you on another ward.”

Of course.  The busiest, highest acuity ward with lazy staff.  I passed medications the entire shift.  That is why Nurse Marie rejected that ward and wanted to switch with me.  And her wish was granted.

They did allow Nurse Anna to leave a little early.  But I was sent to cover for her.  “Oh no,” I warned the supervisor.  “You are sending me back there because there is no relief.  I will be mandated to stay over for the next shift, while Nurse Marie gets to prance out of here.”

“That would never happen!” the supervisor lied.

“It happened to two nurses yesterday!” I snapped back.

“We have coverage!” he insisted.

“I know how it works around here,” I continued.  “You hold the shifts open until your buddies decide if they want the overtime or not.  If they do, great.  If not, no problem.  You just mandate the prior shift to stay.  This move is so transparent- transferring me to a ward at the end of the shift just to mandate me another shift- that I will have an excellent claim against this hospital for violation of labor laws.  Plus, I’m covering two offices tomorrow and will gladly call out sick with a doctor’s note for exhaustion.”

He probably didn’t understand a word I said.

The supervisor later returned to the ward to make sure that I was transferring.  As I handed him the keys to the ward, he was surprised.  “What is this?”

“The keys.  You are the only nurse on the floor until someone returns from lunch,” I explained as I walked away.

“You can’t leave this ward unattended!” he called after me.

“I’m not.  You are here and are ordering me to go babysit another nurse on another ward,” I answered.

“Where are the nurses for this ward?” he asked.

“Out to lunch, as I already told you.  But we can’t leave your princess all alone, so I have to go over there to work while she sits on her phone,” I explained and left.

I ignored Nurse Marie the remainder of the shift.  Patients kept coming up to me, asking me for things, saying that Nurse Marie had refused them all day.  Oh well.

The next shift did arrive, late of course, but I was relieved of my duties.  When they saw Nurse Anna’s name on the report, they asked why she wasn’t there.

“She left early because she was supposed to have off,” I explained.

“But she came in anyway?” one of them gasped.  “That bitch.  She did that to steal your overtime, you know that, right?”

I stared at her and then walked out.



Saturday, May 20, 2017

Forgetting versus Lying

I was preparing for a doctor's arrival when my supervisor, Linda, felt the need to enter the room and say, "I got everything ready for the doctor yesterday, but she did not come."

Linda had lent me out to another department the day before.  She would not have done this if she thought this doctor was coming, because then she would have to help the doctor herself.

"I wrote on the calendar that the doctor is coming today for this week's visit," I responded.

"You are not to be believed," Linda said.

I stared at her.  "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

Linda said nothing.

"If you think every word I say is a lie, why didn't you call the doctor and ask her which day she scheduled?" I continued.

"I'm not going to bother the doctor just because you do not tell the truth to people," Linda answered.  She turned to leave.

I called out after her.  "If you thought I lied about which day the doctor was coming, you would not have let me work somewhere else.  You would have kept me here to help the doctor.  You are the one who is lying."

Linda left.

If she did set up for the doctor yesterday, she messed up.  It's not a big deal.  She would just have to put everything away.  Someone else may have noticed, so to cover up her increasing forgetfulness, she said I lied about when the doctor was coming.


Friday, May 19, 2017

Prejudice Preventing Care



I took report from a nurse.  She's a train wreck, as were most of the patients.  Nothing unusual.

But here's the part that angered me.

She said that a male patient complained about a painful lump on his butt.

"Your assessment is in the chart?" I asked.  "I'll reassess to see if it is worsening until I can locate the doctor."

She glared at me.  "He is a HOMOSEXUAL!" she scolded me.  "He is only saying that to get people to look at his butt."

"Are you saying that you denied care to a patient based on his sexual orientation?" I shot back at her.

"He is lying!" she announced.

"How would you know?  You didn't even look at the patient!" I countered.

"I don't have to," she muttered.  "I am married.  I have a husband.  I cannot be looking at another man."

"You are a medical professional, supposedly," I clearly said to her.  "You need to find a new profession if you think that looking at a patient's body is a violation of your marriage."

"It is against the Bible and God," she declared.

"You seem to have a fundamental misunderstanding of homosexual men," I said.  "I won't even broach your misplaced reliance on God at this time.  We are female.  The doctor is female.  The patient gets no thrill out of women looking at him."

The other nurse stood there defiantly.

"What is wrong with you?" I added.

She left.

Now for the record, if a heterosexual patient had a physical complaint, she probably would not have assessed the patient.  She is lazy and has no nursing or people skills.  If the painful lump were on the nose, she would not have bothered to look.




Thursday, May 18, 2017

Coming Clean


One of the patients kept drenching her bathroom and herself in water.

She could offer no explanation.

Finally, she confessed.

"I'm a failure.  I try to wash my face like the women in those commercials, you know, the ones where they throw all the water up into their faces.  But when I do it, the water goes all over."

This meme is for her.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Reporting Sexual Harassment

One of the newer orderlies needs to find a new job because she is already doomed at this one.

Early on, she accused another orderly of sexual harassment.  Their union took his side, as did the administration of the hospital.

I've worked with this male orderly and fully believe that he said and did what the new female orderly accused him of.  He's worked at the hospital for decades and is one of the people who says and does whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and gets away with it every time.

This is not meant to be a debate on whether or not sexual harassment should be reported.  Predictably, in this altered universe of a hospital, the accuser was the one who was found to be wrong.

She stuck around, hoping for full time.

She approached me upset, saying that the director of nursing held a meeting with her.  She was next up for a full-time position, but because of her earlier sexual harassment complaint, she could not have full-time.  "The two of you might end up assigned to the same ward, and we can't have Mr X working with the woman who tried to get him fired."

Sure, it's wrong.  We commiserated together.  This is retribution for making the sexual harassment complaint.  The scheduling problem is ridiculous.  Plenty of orderlies and nurses have long lists of people they refuse to work with; some are honored, some are not.

But the orderly has no proof that full-time is available and that it is being withheld because of the reasons given above.  Hospital administration will not cooperate in producing such evidence, and the orderly's union will take her money but not speak to her.

My advice was for her to write a letter to the director of nursing with a copy to the union, accepting the full-time position, with mention of the possible scheduling conflict as something to be dealt with if it arises.

Now she has a dated letter floating around.  It's either proof of the hospital's wrong doings or proof that she is delusional.

Of course the hospital did not respond in writing.  Instead, the orderly was called back to the director of nursing's office and told that months ago, before the full-time offer was made, an employee complained that the orderly showed her a picture of a naked man in the parking lot.  Because it was on hospital grounds, it counts as being at work, and that she is a sexual harasser.

Hold on.  When I complained about the witch who went psycho on me in the parking lot, trying to use the incident to bolster my request that I be reassigned to a different area of the hospital, I was told that what happens in the parking lot has nothing to do with work.

The orderly denied showing a naked picture to anyone.  We both agreed that if this was such an issue, it would have been addressed months ago when it supposedly happened.

I asked for the identity of the complainer and was surprised, not because she is nice, which she is not, but because she has no interactions with nursing.  She works in a different building that handles billing and insurance matters.  I only know of her because she parks in the fire lanes and sometimes has loud arguments with security about her right to do so.

"She has to be connected to someone and is cooperating with the hospital's plan to not give you full-time," I offered.  Then it occurred to me.  Her favored, albeit illegal, parking spots are on camera because they are next to the buildings.  The woman refuses to walk far in her high heels.  "If you showed her the naked picture in the parking lot, it's on camera."

We both smiled for a moment at the genius of this idea, but the reality of the circumstances soon hit us.  "There is no way that the hospital will let you review months of footage to demonstrate that you and this woman never interacted in the parking lot.  Your own union will take the hospital's side with such a request.  Even if the hospital rescinds this complaint, they will invent another accusation against you to justify not giving you full-time," I told her.

"You need to get out," I continued.  "Other people stay for the health insurance and tuition reimbursement, but you cannot even have that because you are part-time.  All you get is a lousy paycheck, made less by the mandatory union dues- the same union that took someone else's side and now ignores you.  This will not get any better.  I speak from experience."

She agreed, but said she can't find other work.  "I get it," I told her.  "But you could probably make more money waiting tables in a diner.  Run!"



Tuesday, May 16, 2017

When You Should Leave that Door Shut

Somehow I have been required to attend the daily nursing meeting.

I am the only one there who is not in charge of anything, which makes me feel very out of place.

In addition, last year I accidentally attended the meeting and administrative Nurse Wilma spiraled into a tirade.

My immediate supervisor, Linda, obediently runs to the meeting every morning, chastising me to "not be late."  I would rather stay behind and enjoy twenty minutes without her.

For the meetings I attended, I "leaned in," sitting next to the medical director.  But I didn't open my mouth.  Not even once.

Well, I've attended my last meeting.

The door to the room stays open because people come in and out throughout the meeting as they get called away.  Nurse Wilma usually sits near the door.

As I approached the doorway to enter, she slammed the door shut in my face.

SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE

I jumped back, otherwise, the door would have hit me.  I lamented not being bigger and stronger.  I could have stopped the door with my strong foot and then quickly flung it open, smacking Nurse Wilma in the face instead.

But I'm not big and strong.  I'm little old me.  I heard Nurse Wilma laughing, indicating that she did this on purpose and thought it funny.  I tried the door handle.  Locked.  I heard the medical director call out, "Open the door and let her in!"

So I scooted out of there.  I was halfway down the hall when I heard Nurse Wilma open the door and declare, "She's not out here."

I ducked into a room so nobody would see me if they poked their head out of the meeting room.

For the rest of the morning, I flitted around the hospital, checking on charts- one of my latest additional assignments.

As I left for lunch, my supervisor, Linda, questioned my whereabouts.

"After being physically ousted from the meeting, I worked on one of my other assignments," I said.

"Oh, yeah, I saw Wilma shut the door on you," Linda confirmed.

"Why didn't you open the door and let me in?  I was a few steps behind you," I questioned, just to make her uncomfortable.

"I am not the one who shut the door," Linda replied.  "What did you expect me to do?"

"Laugh right along with Wilma is what I expected of you," I said as I left for lunch.




Monday, May 15, 2017

Email Scamming, Hospital Style

Twice a year, a mobile service comes to the hospital to do health screenings on the patients.

Last year, my supervisor, Linda, set up the dates for this year so that we would get the first time slot of the day.  I specifically remember her doing this.  She ordered me out of the trailer while she spoke to the staff.  When she emerged, she proudly declared her foresight in setting up the appointments a year in advance to get the choice times.

“When are the dates? I asked.

“That doesn’t concern you!” she snapped at me.

She didn’t write the dates on the master calendar or otherwise convey them me.

On Friday, I answered the phone.  The mobile service was calling to confirm that they are coming on Monday.

I checked with my supervisor.

“No!” she shook her head.  “I did not set a date with them!”

“You did,” I countered.  “You didn’t share the date with anyone, but I remember you setting it up inside the trailer.”

The issue with them coming with no notice is that we don’t have time to compile the lists of eligible patients for the various tests, get their written consent, and get orders from the doctors.

So the date was pushed back a few weeks.

Later, my supervisor asked if I was getting her emails.  “No,” I answered.

“Well, I’ve sent out a lot about the mobile testing.  I don’t want you going around and telling people that I don’t send you emails when you are the one who refuses to receive them,” the brat continued.

“Listen,” I said, “You can’t refuse to receive an email.  You do not understand how email works, and I am tired of you telling people that I don’t read my email when in actuality, you never sent me email.”  Her face was contorting into anger.  “Show me the email you sent me with my email address listed as a recipient.”

“Right here,” she declared, turning her computer monitor towards me.

(She has not let me see her monitor in a very long time.  She turns it off if I enter the room.)  It was an email about the mobile testing, signed from the both of us.

I pointed to the line of recipients.  “My name is not here, so you did not send this email to me.”

“Your name is on this email,” she insisted.  “See?  It says, ‘From Linda and Enid.’  So you can’t say you didn’t get it.”

I stared at her for a moment.  It’s not just that she doesn't grasp computers and email, but she then runs with it in a crusade against me.  When she tells people that I pretend to not receive email, they don’t ask if she actually sent the email.  They simply believe her allegations against me without further probing.

“First, typing part of someone’s name in the body of the email does not generate a copy to that person,” I attempted to explain.  “You have to go to the ‘To’ field and type the email address.”  She was not following and instead was still with an angry face, as if all my words were lies.  I continued.

“Second, you do not sign someone’s name to a letter without asking the person and sending them a copy, neither of which you did.  If I had done this to you, you would have reported me to the director of the hospital.  Again.”

As I turned to leave, she added more proof of her stupidity.  “It doesn’t matter that I didn’t send it to you because it’s on the internet, so you can see it anyway.”

I shook my head and walked out.


Wednesday, May 10, 2017

How to Evaluate a Bad Employee


Running a ward is not an easy job, except for Satan’s favorite children who shirk responsibility and get away with it every time.

One of the tasks of the nurse manager of a ward is to review the performance of the support staff every year.  For Satan’s children, this is their opportunity to reward those they like and strike down those they don’t like.

If they don’t like you, your appeal of a bad review will go nowhere.  I speak from experience.

One of the nurse managers was never accepted as the Person in Charge.  Her staff, as well as the outgoing and incoming shifts, give her a very hard time.

This year, she gave a low score to the ward clerk.  This clerk deserves to be fired, but that will never happen.  The charts are a wreck.  She comes in late, disappears, will not answer the phone, and screams at anyone who asks her to do anything.

I saw the review and thought the nurse manager was being generous.

The clerk thought the review was inaccurate in that she is a fantastic employee who works very hard.  The charts fall apart because other people drop them and she is not their servant.  Papers are misfiled because other people misfiled them.

I eavesdropped on the meeting with the clerk, nurse manager, and one of the higher-ups.  Predictably, the nurse manager was wrong for giving the clerk a bad evaluation because multiple write-ups are required before someone can get a bad score; otherwise, the employee proceeds through the year, thinking their job performance is great.

The higher-up changed the clerk’s evaluation to a perfect score over the objections of the nurse manager.  The clerk joyously fled the room, screaming back at the nurse manager, “I told you I would win, you stupid bitch.  Now I’m going to tell everyone they were right about you.  Go fuck yourself.”

The nurse manager said to the higher up, “See?  This is what I deal with every day from her!”

The higher-up shrugged and said, “She’s just venting.  What you did to her was wrong.  Let it go and learn your lesson for a change.  We are tired of fixing the problems you cause on your ward.  You need to get along with your staff.”

The higher-up left the room, leaving the nurse manager sitting there, dumbfounded.

I went in.

“You weren’t wrong,” I told the woman.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Here’s my advice, for what it’s worth,” I offered.  “From now on, give every employee the highest scores possible.  You can’t win.  They will not become better employees and start treating you like a human being.  If anyone questions the perfect scores, tell them that all of your staff embodies the values and behaviors that this hospital cultivates and rewards.”

She laughed.

“No, I’m serious,” I went on.  “You make misery for yourself giving them bad reviews.  In any other place, such behavior would merit termination, not a raise and a pass at coming in late and cursing out your manager for the next year.  A perfect review does not translate into a lot of money.  If a clerk or orderly is not at the top of their salary grid, the most money they can get for an excellent review is $500.  It doesn’t come out of your pocket.  Let the company pay these horrible workers a few extra hundred a year.  This is what they want.”

I think she started to think about it seriously.



Saturday, May 6, 2017

Transitioning Out of Nursing, Please

Someone suggested that I apply for healthcare management jobs in a state where I am not licensed as a nurse.  This way, they can’t redirect my application from management to working the crisis unit graveyard shift.

So far, I have had zero responses.  But I’m counting this as good.

Rarely does someone call me about my application.  If I do get called, it’s to work in hell as a nurse, even though I applied for a completely different position.

It is futile to try to convince the person that I was not looking to work as a floor nurse, but rather in something that does not require manual labor.

At this point, my view on nursing is that it’s heavy physical labor.  They put you on a pedestal- the most beloved profession, selfless, caring.  Then they crucify you when you don’t fill a patient’s drink order immediately because you were busy doing CPR to save someone’s life.  Or fire you when a patient falls and breaks a hip because you were in another room helping one of the other dozens of patients.




I’m a nurse, not a robot.

And I am done.





Friday, May 5, 2017

Revealing the True Self


One of the doctors who I assist is a bit disorganized.

We were in an exam room when she realized that she did not have her phone.  “I must have left it in the bathroom!” she exclaimed.

“Which one?” I asked.

“The one right by the desk of that nice lady,” she specified.

“There are no nice ladies here,” I said.

“Please go find it!” she pleaded.

I begged an orderly to stay with the doctor and patient while I retraced the doctor’s steps, continuously dialing her phone number in hopes of hearing the ring.

As I approached my work area, the start point, I heard the faint ringing.  Thank goodness nobody had taken her phone.

As I knocked on the closed bathroom door, the “nice lady,” who is not nice at all, called out from her desk, “Hey!  You aren’t allowed to use that bathroom.”

The door was unlocked.  If someone had answered my knock, I would not have heard the person over the woman’s shouting.  I opened the door and grabbed the phone.

There was no way she did not hear the phone ringing and ringing.

“The doctor forgot her phone in this bathroom,” I explained.

The woman replied, “You see, that’s your problem.  You answer back to people.  You need to learn some manners.”

This woman is a secretary and has been ordering me around for years, telling me how to do my job and that she knows how to be a nurse better than I do.

“What I said earlier was not ‘answering back,’ but this is,” I said firmly.  “You don’t own this bathroom.  I will use it whenever I wish.  Second, you saw the doctor use the bathroom.  You heard her phone ringing repeatedly.  You could have answered it or at least taken it for safekeeping.  You’re a jerk.”  I walked away, phones in hand, the secretary’s mouth hanging open.

After reuniting the doctor with her phone, I told her that the “nice lady” could not be bothered to rescue her phone and hollered at me.

“I don’t know how you work here full-time,” the doctor said.

***

Outcome: The next day, my supervisor showed me an email that had surprised her so much that she forgot to hide it from me.  The “nice lady” is retiring!

I outlived another one!



Thursday, May 4, 2017

You Get a Paycheck for This

“You owe me,” two different employees told me this week under two different circumstances.

Strange coincidence?

The first was the woman who does payroll.  It is May, and I have yet to be paid any of my overtime for the entire year.  That’s four missing months.  The woman claimed I would have my (past-due) overtime pay in the next check.

Spoiler alert:  The check was still missing the four months of overtime.

The other person processed an invoice so that a patient could receive a piece of medical equipment that was ordered last year.

In both instances, these people were doing their jobs.  They were not doing me a personal favor.  So it stuck out that they both approached me with the same phrase in the same week.

I don’t answer the phone, “Hello.  You owe me for answering the phone.  What do you want, for which you will also owe me?”


Monday, April 24, 2017

Do Not Volunteer for your Employer


One of the higher nursing administrators sent me an email, asking me to work a health fair next month.  My task would be taking blood pressure readings for members of the public.

No thank you.

Later, this woman sought me out to pressure me.

"It's easy," she said.

"Actually, it's not easy to come to work on my day off and take blood pressures on a long line of strangers," I replied.

I wondered if they expected me to take off a day during the week, or if this would be overtime.  But since I did not want to do it, I did not inquire further.

The following week, someone from social services skipped up to me, asking me for my shirt size because I was "volunteering" at the health fair.

"I am not participating in the health fair," I answered.  "And what do you mean by 'volunteering'?  Why wouldn't I be paid?"

She had no response, but a nosy person nearby chimed in with her unsolicited opinion.

"They never pay people for the health fair.  It says 'volunteers' in the email," she insisted.

"I have my email.  The word 'volunteer' is not in it," I explained.

"Why would you think you would get paid?" she sneered.

"Because my boss approached me at my place of employment and asked me to work at the hospital doing nurse duties.  That's why I would expect to be paid.  This is not a charity," I answered.

It shut her up.

***

When I was in nursing school, one of the instructors always said, "Don't give it away for free."

I can see donating my time and skills through a charity servicing the poor.  I will not donate my time and skills to my employer.  They don't pay me my worth as it is.



Saturday, April 22, 2017

Do As I Say Before I Forget to be Nice

My day off.

Twenty minutes before shift change a nurse calls me.

“There is no one to relieve us.  You need to come in,” she snaps.

For background, this place does not have “on call” nurses.

“Oh, I wish you had called me sooner.  I’m already 70 miles away to visit an old friend,” I chirped.

One of the nurses in the background hollered, “No, we don’t have to give you ADVANCE NOTICE because if you left your house NOW, you could make it.”


That’s one of the things I don’t understand about this place.  They think that they can scream at me to do whatever they want, and when I refuse, they point out that they are correct and I must obey because I am lower than dirt.

That was their plan for inducing me to come into work on my day off so they didn't have to do mandatory overtime?