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Wordless Wednesday…..

nursey874 — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 06:20:27 +0000

Seriously.. I need this pumpkin...

I don’t like nurses….

nursey874 — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 06:10:05 +0000

I miss the box. For those of you who know what that means skip the next few sentences. For those who don’t, first.. minds out of the gutter, second it means I miss doing EMS. Now, this has come about due to some conversations I’ve had in the last 24 hours about life, why i left my last job and my friends. My friends are all (with rare exception) EMS providers. Why is this important? Well, honestly it’s probably not, but.. I’ve been thinking over my nursey career and realized I have no nursey friends ( ok I have one that I can say is a friend but she doesn’t count,we went to HS together).. I don’t like nurses. The majority of nurses I’ve encountered are whiney and backstabby and yeah I get the whole put alot of hormones in a room and this is what happens thing, but still. Several of my nursey “friends” knew my ex was cheating on me… with one of my nursey friends just as an example.

Now, let me tell you about my EMS friends and some ems peeps that aren’t. I’ve had issue, we’ve been backstabby… The diff? the ems guys will say it behind my back and 99% of thetime have no issue repeating it to my face. I respect that.. feel free to call me a bitch, but have the balls to say it too me. Problems are usually settled in the parking lot, possibly loudly or maybe at the bar. Never when I did EMS was I blindsided in the bosses office because “your co-workers are scared of you”. My co-workers had an issue and the boss was usually the last to know the issue was settled by the time any paperwork had to be done. I miss the simplicity, I miss being able to make the off color joke, because that’s what keeps me sane and have it responded too with a chuckle instead of a look of horror. To quote a nurse friend (shit this makes 2, but wait I don’t think he counts, he was a medic first) ”nurses don’t get me”. I was told the other day that it’s a problem that I don’t get nervous when a patient is sick. Why am i going to get nervous?? I’m not sick, my heart is ok…I get nervous, I get stupid, I get stupid.. I kill someone. Now, in my prior career this meant (in order) my partner, the medics, myself or the patient. In my current one it means the patient. Certainly less collateral damage but more paperwork. Nervous? we’re either going to fix the problem or not, but either way it’s still not me…

I know this has been rambly and well.. too bad..I needed to vent, read on and enjoy.

Grrr

nursey874 — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:56:08 +0000

Well.. so what’s been going on with me. Hmmm… Well.. Last week at work was probably the worst week I’ve EVER had in my enitre life. The high points were a friend graduated medic school and I went to see my “sister” and nephews. Now I only have sister in quotes as M and I are not biologically related but since she is the friend I’ve had the longest she certainly counts. It was a very nice visit. We went to an incredible acrobat show at Longview gardens? I suck at names. Then we went to an asain diner, which i’m not sure was anything that either of us expected, but yummy food none the less. Got to see the boys, who I clearly need to see more. They’re growing up so fast!!!!!!!!!

So on to my work drama. I got called into my managers office for a talking too. Clearly I didn’t think this was a big deal as I had offered several time options for the meetings andwas repeatedly told “I’m not waiting for you, I’m not coming in on my day off” Most of which was said with much more venom than I believe professional, but whatever. So I go in at our assigned time and get told “You’re going to go home and think about what you’ve done” WTF?????? You’re suspending me.. Note here: Go think about what you’ve done didn’t work when my MOTHER said it, at 33 not gonna work either, but hey a night off?? OK!!! Long story short: my sarcasm and dry wit don’t always go over well, and even when I don’t speak, apparently I’m silent with attitude. So… I go home, get chinese and watch tv and fume. I’m pissed!! BEYOND pissed and hurt, because some of the comments were from co-workers whom I thought I was friends with… So I spend some time with a friend the next day, things are better and I go into work and put on “happy melissa” face. I do my 12 and have my summer extern with me, which is nice cause I like to teach and it means I don’t have to interact Great, good night, lots of teaching feeling good. Bosswench comes in a 6 and we need to talk again. Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat. Ok, smile, filter ok. She now tells me, that “because you’re such a trouble maker,we don’t feel that you can handle the rigors of having a student for the summer” Again WTF???!!!??? OK, so I was the only one on the unit to express interest in having a summer extern and now you’re taking him away and putting him with 2 people who have little interest in teaching?? Nice. And we?? Like the royal we?? And here’s the kicker, I go into work my next day in and I’m in charge. So… I can’t be trusted to teach,which I’m good at. But…. you’ll let me be in charge of the unit?? Really??? I’m responsible enough for that??

OK.. enough babbling for the day…

wordless wednesday….the next day

nursey874 — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 12:09:25 +0000

Blogging…take 2

nursey874 — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 00:03:25 +0000

Ok, so here’s take 2 of my attempt at blogging. I’ve never been the best at keeping my thoughts in order. Journals have for years failed me, though I do have a pretty collection of them. However, I’ve been doing alot of thinking lately and I need to vent, so whomever is reading this, you’d be stuck with my thoughts. I’ve attempting venting to my mom, but alas that doesn’t so much work for me. So lets start. I just got home from work. Not an odd occurance you might think, but as I work the night shift and it’s 730pm this is a problem. My boss called me on friday demanding a meeting with me. Then proceeded to tell me that she didn’t feel like “wasting her time waiting around for me” when I offered to be there within the hour. So… We bantered back and forth on a time and I asked her pretty straightout if I was being suspeneded to try to make a meeting time more conducive. “No, no, just a meeting” Ok then, no big deal right. Yeah not so much. So I drag myself out of bed early today and get to work at the appointed meeting time and guess what?? Yeah I’d have the night off tonight for “thinking”. I apparently am a horrible nurse because I attempt to enforce visiting hours. Well among other things, like closing doors on screaming patients who are freaking out the other patients, and apparently my co-workers fear me. Several of my co-workers complained about me closing the door on screaming man’s room. Screaming man who you could hear clearly through the door and down the hall, fyi. Did anyone come to me though?? NOPE!!!!!!!! NOT ONE OF THEM HAD THE B|ALLS TO ADDRESS ME|!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Apparently my co-workers are afraid of retaliation. I admit that I have a pretty nasty bark, but that’s it a bark. I would never, EVER, take my disdain of my co-workers out on the patients. I’ve never really thought much about being friends with my co-workers, I’ve tried, it never really works for me. And this is why! Grrr…

OK enough babbling.. I need to go get some coffee…