Working in a cuckoo clock
I HATE MY JOB!
Okay no great and new revelation for most of you. I never made it a secret that my job, well, simply put, sucks! Occassionally there is the fulfilling sense of achievement, but that is few and far between as what achievement can there be if everyone I nurse dies? The most I can ever do is try to ensure my patients remain as comfortable as is humanly possiable, well trying to retain what level of sanity I have left.
No small order.
As a result my job is quite stressful at times. Due to this fact I have over the years developed a ulcer (not nice in any way), lowered my immue system so everytime gastro goes through the facility I get it (not nice at all) and I picked up the filthly (but strangely pleasurable) habit of smoking.
But work has never gotten to me like it did this week. It started Sunday morning. Prior to leaving one of my patients had small accident. The morning RN took control of the situation, stated that she would handle the paper work, asked me to carry out a set of observations before I left (which I did) and reported it to the Supervisor and took full responability for all the needed paper work (I know she did I was right next to her when she was on the phone) So I go home and think nothing of it.
Sunday night the Supervisor comes down to the ward and discovers some of the paper work was not filled in and as there was no injury to the patient the RN decided not to contiune with the observations, something this Supervisor loves and believes (mistakenly, I know I looked it up) should be done regardless. Suddenly this was entirely my fault. Of course I wasn't taken aside and spoken to quietly, but chewed out in front of my work colleagues. I explained that the morning RN was in charge but the response was "I don't want to hear your excuses" (BTW this was the same Supervisor who the morning RN had rung to inform of the situation in the first place). Then there was general ranting along the lines of "my incompetence would no longer be tolerated" and then "I had better left my game as she was going to make sure she was the one doing my performace evalution" Again in front of my colleagues.
This really pissed me off. It was not my responability and I have no control over the morning RN (who outranks me anyway) and to be made to look like a incompetent imbecile in front of my colleagues (who do know better, but still not the point) really irked me. As the night progressed I got more and more pissed off. To the point when I came home Monday morning I managed to polish off a bottle of wine in about 15-20 minutes.
Last night was a little better, but my patients decided to be off their tits, driving my colleague and I around the bend (you get nights like that)
As for the Sunday night incident, well.. the morning RN is still claiming full responability and admitted that she forgot to fill in some of the paper work and was quite disgusted that I had to bear the brunt of it, to which I thank her. I have written out a letter of formal complaint and plan to hand it in when I return to work.
So the purpose of this blog entry? To vent and bitch. That's what blogs are for right?
Okay no great and new revelation for most of you. I never made it a secret that my job, well, simply put, sucks! Occassionally there is the fulfilling sense of achievement, but that is few and far between as what achievement can there be if everyone I nurse dies? The most I can ever do is try to ensure my patients remain as comfortable as is humanly possiable, well trying to retain what level of sanity I have left.
No small order.
As a result my job is quite stressful at times. Due to this fact I have over the years developed a ulcer (not nice in any way), lowered my immue system so everytime gastro goes through the facility I get it (not nice at all) and I picked up the filthly (but strangely pleasurable) habit of smoking.
But work has never gotten to me like it did this week. It started Sunday morning. Prior to leaving one of my patients had small accident. The morning RN took control of the situation, stated that she would handle the paper work, asked me to carry out a set of observations before I left (which I did) and reported it to the Supervisor and took full responability for all the needed paper work (I know she did I was right next to her when she was on the phone) So I go home and think nothing of it.
Sunday night the Supervisor comes down to the ward and discovers some of the paper work was not filled in and as there was no injury to the patient the RN decided not to contiune with the observations, something this Supervisor loves and believes (mistakenly, I know I looked it up) should be done regardless. Suddenly this was entirely my fault. Of course I wasn't taken aside and spoken to quietly, but chewed out in front of my work colleagues. I explained that the morning RN was in charge but the response was "I don't want to hear your excuses" (BTW this was the same Supervisor who the morning RN had rung to inform of the situation in the first place). Then there was general ranting along the lines of "my incompetence would no longer be tolerated" and then "I had better left my game as she was going to make sure she was the one doing my performace evalution" Again in front of my colleagues.
This really pissed me off. It was not my responability and I have no control over the morning RN (who outranks me anyway) and to be made to look like a incompetent imbecile in front of my colleagues (who do know better, but still not the point) really irked me. As the night progressed I got more and more pissed off. To the point when I came home Monday morning I managed to polish off a bottle of wine in about 15-20 minutes.
Last night was a little better, but my patients decided to be off their tits, driving my colleague and I around the bend (you get nights like that)
As for the Sunday night incident, well.. the morning RN is still claiming full responability and admitted that she forgot to fill in some of the paper work and was quite disgusted that I had to bear the brunt of it, to which I thank her. I have written out a letter of formal complaint and plan to hand it in when I return to work.
So the purpose of this blog entry? To vent and bitch. That's what blogs are for right?
posted by Renegade79 at 12:39 am
3 Comments:
I just can't believe that a healthcare facility is run as badly as it is.
Couple this with all your other stories, I think the place should be shut down and the management euthanised.
Damn man, that does suck some seriously smelly balls. The sooner you finish uni and can get a better job, the better!
Do I get 3 or no guesses on who the supervisor was? It sounds like she hasn't lost any of her small minded pettyness but has in fact ramped it up quite a good deal. Thank goodness I don't have to put up with it any more. Nat, my most heartfelt comiserations
(ps - Damn man, that does suck some seriously smelly balls. The sooner you finish uni and can get a better job, the better!)
couldn't have said it better
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