Yes, I had a lovely weekend, until Sunday morning. I woke up with horrible abdominal cramps and gas. Nothing happened, so I made a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee.
All Hades broke loose, literally and figuratively. I heard a horrible growl in my stomach. That's when the diarrhea started. Whatever I ate at the fast food joint (lovingly known as Jack in the Crack --chicken) or the swanky seafood house near the fancy hotel district (scallops), did me in. After that, it was body aches, fever and diarrhea after every drink. I stayed hydrated by drinking, then running into the bathroom once an hour. Gotta love foodborne illness, or at least that's what I suspect. Needless to say, I won't be volunteering to make anything for anyone for dinner or dessert for a while, just in case.
Since I felt lousy, I actually did something I am loathe to do: take a nap. It helped, but I eventually had to take Tylenol so my fever did not get above 102. Thankfully, it broke overnight and I've been afebrile all day. The nursing supervisor actually answered my call and my boss my text when I called.
I rested today. I felt bad in the morning, but got progressively better. My stomach is still undecided, but I'm sure when I get hungry enough, my appetite will be normal again.
Heck of a way to spend a Monday. More fun to come...stay tuned.
Showing posts with label boss. Show all posts
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Monday, January 30, 2017
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Tomorrow is Monday
Dear Boss.
I know what day it is. Again. I really enjoyed having the holiday weekend off.
Can I please do this again soon? It's a habit I'd really like to continue into 2017.
Sincerely,
RehabRN
I know what day it is. Again. I really enjoyed having the holiday weekend off.
Can I please do this again soon? It's a habit I'd really like to continue into 2017.
Sincerely,
RehabRN
Saturday, August 6, 2016
The joys of the weekend
Friday I felt as if I was trapped in a Dilbert cartoon. Dealing with Dahey's issues with the new employer and dealing with our big boss made me want to run, run, run far away.
So far, the weekend has been nice. The rain and steamy heat are quieting down for a little while. I visited my sister and we enjoyed the lack of rain and stuffiness.
Now, I am doing more research. It's almost time to turn in my homework, (slides) for the next presentation.
Better get back to work...stay tuned.
So far, the weekend has been nice. The rain and steamy heat are quieting down for a little while. I visited my sister and we enjoyed the lack of rain and stuffiness.
Now, I am doing more research. It's almost time to turn in my homework, (slides) for the next presentation.
Better get back to work...stay tuned.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
An Irish wake
Dahey's boss was also named Dahey. He had a lot of similarities, besides his heritage: the same number of siblings, they were from the same state, and they both lived in the same town for a while. Off and on, my Dahey worked with Boss Dahey since 2000.
However, on this beautiful day, we loaded Bubba up in the family truckster and we traveled about an hour from our home in RehabLand up the river to celebrate Boss Dahey's life at an Irish wake. His family rented a big hall, they had lots of food, and Boss Dahey was there: in a Chicago White Sox urn.
Boss Dahey lost his life at 52 recently because he had a hard head and procrastinated. His doctor told him he didn't like a mole he showed him in May and that he should see a specialist. Boss Dahey figured he'd do it later, but later never came. Boss Dahey was tough.
Right before the holidays, Boss Dahey had a seizure, which he had never done before. He was checked up, then sent home until he could see a specialist the next week. On the weekend, he had another seizure at home and he coded. His girlfriend saved him. This time, he didn't get to go home. He got stabilized, they ran tests, and then they told him. Boss Dahey had a brain tumor.
My Dahey called me from work when he had the first seizure. I knew it was probably something unusual. When he called me up at work, to tell me the boss had a brain tumor, I told him and his friends, they'd just have to wait until the workup was done. There are lots of brain tumors.
It turns out Boss Dahey's brain tumors were mets. From the nasty mole he procrastinated on. Boss Dahey had metastatic melanoma. When my Dahey told me what the stage was (he always asks), I knew it was not good. He was Stage 4. Needless to say, this scared a lot of Dahey's coworkers.
Boss Dahey showed up a couple of times at work after he was diagnosed, but after two days, he went home. He was accepted into an NIH trial at World Renown Hospital. His prognosis was six months. Boss Dahey made it to seven.
As terrible as everything was, a lot of good came out of Boss Dahey's short time. He reunited with his family. He married his girlfriend. His friend from North Dakota came and visited him every time he could during that time (which was about four times). He settled his affairs and arranged this party we attended. The management at Dahey's work is being more flexible about letting staff leave early or take time off for medical appointments. They never realized that the macho attitude Boss Dahey exhibited made people afraid to take time off until the staff told them.
Boss Dahey bought Jameson whisky which he wanted used in a toast to celebrate everyone being together. We raised our glasses in a toast to Boss Dahey. As we left the gathering, I thought of this Irish blessing:
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in
the hollow of His hand.
We left into the sunshine of a beautiful day, and the soft rain came just as we were rolling up to our house.
RIP Boss Dahey. Until we meet again...
However, on this beautiful day, we loaded Bubba up in the family truckster and we traveled about an hour from our home in RehabLand up the river to celebrate Boss Dahey's life at an Irish wake. His family rented a big hall, they had lots of food, and Boss Dahey was there: in a Chicago White Sox urn.
Boss Dahey lost his life at 52 recently because he had a hard head and procrastinated. His doctor told him he didn't like a mole he showed him in May and that he should see a specialist. Boss Dahey figured he'd do it later, but later never came. Boss Dahey was tough.
Right before the holidays, Boss Dahey had a seizure, which he had never done before. He was checked up, then sent home until he could see a specialist the next week. On the weekend, he had another seizure at home and he coded. His girlfriend saved him. This time, he didn't get to go home. He got stabilized, they ran tests, and then they told him. Boss Dahey had a brain tumor.
My Dahey called me from work when he had the first seizure. I knew it was probably something unusual. When he called me up at work, to tell me the boss had a brain tumor, I told him and his friends, they'd just have to wait until the workup was done. There are lots of brain tumors.
It turns out Boss Dahey's brain tumors were mets. From the nasty mole he procrastinated on. Boss Dahey had metastatic melanoma. When my Dahey told me what the stage was (he always asks), I knew it was not good. He was Stage 4. Needless to say, this scared a lot of Dahey's coworkers.
Boss Dahey showed up a couple of times at work after he was diagnosed, but after two days, he went home. He was accepted into an NIH trial at World Renown Hospital. His prognosis was six months. Boss Dahey made it to seven.
As terrible as everything was, a lot of good came out of Boss Dahey's short time. He reunited with his family. He married his girlfriend. His friend from North Dakota came and visited him every time he could during that time (which was about four times). He settled his affairs and arranged this party we attended. The management at Dahey's work is being more flexible about letting staff leave early or take time off for medical appointments. They never realized that the macho attitude Boss Dahey exhibited made people afraid to take time off until the staff told them.
Boss Dahey bought Jameson whisky which he wanted used in a toast to celebrate everyone being together. We raised our glasses in a toast to Boss Dahey. As we left the gathering, I thought of this Irish blessing:
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in
the hollow of His hand.
We left into the sunshine of a beautiful day, and the soft rain came just as we were rolling up to our house.
RIP Boss Dahey. Until we meet again...
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Meeting agenda and assorted paperwork
Today's meeting agenda was like a ransom note but lacking a weapon. The list of demands was long, but the list of assurances was short.
I know I'll never forget this moment. I tell myself that I'm keeping that e-mail forever because it's going in my book. The book I'll write about the Hotel (and some of my crazy coworkers) that will be called Is this a bad business case or reality? You decide (working title). If that title isn't snappy enough, we'll get another.
Some of the agenda items were crazy:
1. First of all, when the boss asks each attendee for a meeting agenda item, it does not mean 10 from one person. (not kidding). He/she is running the meeting, not you.
2. The need to define our "communication terms". Last time I checked, you had a company-provided cell phone, a desk phone, a laptop and a desktop PC. If you can't communicate with that, I don't know what to tell you.
3. Asking the boss for prizes. Don't you need an extra trinket for nurses' week? Maybe I'm just weird because I don't.
My assorted paperwork continues. Paperwork for the siblings, paperwork for this agency and my all encompassing travel paperwork that will probably get rejected on the first round.
I feel like a hamster in a wheel...stay tuned.
I know I'll never forget this moment. I tell myself that I'm keeping that e-mail forever because it's going in my book. The book I'll write about the Hotel (and some of my crazy coworkers) that will be called Is this a bad business case or reality? You decide (working title). If that title isn't snappy enough, we'll get another.
Some of the agenda items were crazy:
1. First of all, when the boss asks each attendee for a meeting agenda item, it does not mean 10 from one person. (not kidding). He/she is running the meeting, not you.
2. The need to define our "communication terms". Last time I checked, you had a company-provided cell phone, a desk phone, a laptop and a desktop PC. If you can't communicate with that, I don't know what to tell you.
3. Asking the boss for prizes. Don't you need an extra trinket for nurses' week? Maybe I'm just weird because I don't.
My assorted paperwork continues. Paperwork for the siblings, paperwork for this agency and my all encompassing travel paperwork that will probably get rejected on the first round.
I feel like a hamster in a wheel...stay tuned.
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Dear Coworker
Sometimes I hold my tongue, not to embarrass you, but to keep from getting prosecuted.
First of all, I eat "quickly" because while you're regaling the bosses at our business lunch and one-upping everyone with your stories, I'm eating. Plain and simple. You might just catch up if you stopped talking.
Second, it would also help if you actually left the table when your phone rings. Have your phone ring six times while we were eating is not acceptable. It shows that you really cannot be present with our boss (who has better reasons to answer his/her phone) and actually listen.
Constructive criticism is helpful if you choose to learn from it.
Quietly yours,
RehabRN
First of all, I eat "quickly" because while you're regaling the bosses at our business lunch and one-upping everyone with your stories, I'm eating. Plain and simple. You might just catch up if you stopped talking.
Second, it would also help if you actually left the table when your phone rings. Have your phone ring six times while we were eating is not acceptable. It shows that you really cannot be present with our boss (who has better reasons to answer his/her phone) and actually listen.
Constructive criticism is helpful if you choose to learn from it.
Quietly yours,
RehabRN
Friday, May 20, 2016
You get what you wish for...
Or at least it seems that way right now. What a week!
For almost five years, I've been asking for help and/or equipment. While I can't get them to give me the help, in terms of personnel I want, I am getting equipment, so it's keeping me busy.
My favorite thing: I'm finally having days where I actually do the job I was hired to do for almost the entire eight hours I'm there (and sometimes then some...). The patient flow is something I have to work on, though. I follow the guidelines, but somehow, I always have a patient who wants to tell me more.
This week, I got to go to training that was cancelled many moons ago. It was interesting, even though I had to attend with my boss, who, with his/her MBA, knows everything. He/she succeeded in driving a lot of people nuts, which got me lots of sympathy from the folks I already know.
Finally, after working on my last patients this afternoon (and one emergency with a speech therapist), I got the e-mail I've been waiting for from the boss. He/she's recommending that the holdouts complete things they need to do to work with me in my clinic.
Five years is a short time where I work but almost a lifetime anywhere else. That e-mail made my week. I can only hope I'll get a few more wishes...
Happy weekend wherever you are. More to come...
For almost five years, I've been asking for help and/or equipment. While I can't get them to give me the help, in terms of personnel I want, I am getting equipment, so it's keeping me busy.
My favorite thing: I'm finally having days where I actually do the job I was hired to do for almost the entire eight hours I'm there (and sometimes then some...). The patient flow is something I have to work on, though. I follow the guidelines, but somehow, I always have a patient who wants to tell me more.
This week, I got to go to training that was cancelled many moons ago. It was interesting, even though I had to attend with my boss, who, with his/her MBA, knows everything. He/she succeeded in driving a lot of people nuts, which got me lots of sympathy from the folks I already know.
Finally, after working on my last patients this afternoon (and one emergency with a speech therapist), I got the e-mail I've been waiting for from the boss. He/she's recommending that the holdouts complete things they need to do to work with me in my clinic.
Five years is a short time where I work but almost a lifetime anywhere else. That e-mail made my week. I can only hope I'll get a few more wishes...
Happy weekend wherever you are. More to come...
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Dear Boss
I know you are stressed. I'm sure you're kind of on autopilot, but I notice things.
I notice that you said, "You learn this in therapy" in way too many places recently. Yes, people learn things in therapy, but when you have a RN in the room and a therapy student with patients in a education class, you have to make sure the patients understand one thing.
They should learn EVERYWHERE at any time. Yes, everywhere. If they don't, they may not survive.
Nurses work 24/7, and frankly, we should be teaching patients that amount of time, too. It's not just during therapy, or by nurses on breaks from therapy, it's whenever they can. I view saying "hi" to someone in the hall as an education opportunity. Like the fellow who wandered into the clinic at Washington while I was talking to my nurse friend T. He learned something, because I took five minutes to teach him (thank goodness for those brochures in my bag!).
Our therapists might be good, but they are not here 24/7. Our nurses are. Please don't discount them. Empower them. Encourage them to do their best, to learn more, to get certified, to be the best they can be.
Sincerely (because I really do care),
RehabRN
I notice that you said, "You learn this in therapy" in way too many places recently. Yes, people learn things in therapy, but when you have a RN in the room and a therapy student with patients in a education class, you have to make sure the patients understand one thing.
They should learn EVERYWHERE at any time. Yes, everywhere. If they don't, they may not survive.
Nurses work 24/7, and frankly, we should be teaching patients that amount of time, too. It's not just during therapy, or by nurses on breaks from therapy, it's whenever they can. I view saying "hi" to someone in the hall as an education opportunity. Like the fellow who wandered into the clinic at Washington while I was talking to my nurse friend T. He learned something, because I took five minutes to teach him (thank goodness for those brochures in my bag!).
Our therapists might be good, but they are not here 24/7. Our nurses are. Please don't discount them. Empower them. Encourage them to do their best, to learn more, to get certified, to be the best they can be.
Sincerely (because I really do care),
RehabRN
Saturday, December 19, 2015
The law of averages
TGIV! (Thank Goodness I'm on Vacation)
The law of averages still keeps cropping up at the Hotel.
What is the chance the maintenance guys will install your blinds in your office and treatment room and only one won't fit? Consequently, it will have to wait until next week. Hopefully, they'll find another.
What is the chance that a patient who's minding his/her own business as a patient would be fine one day, then slightly confused the next, then completely out of it the day after that? It was our patient and they have a slight clue what it may be (medication) but even tapering it, he/she's not getting better.
What is the chance that your boss will call a meeting, get caught up in the trappings of the holiday gifts he/she is given, and forget to do what he/she set out for the meeting?
Just another reason why each team meeting should have a written agenda and last no more than 30 minutes. If it were up to me, I'd take away the chairs to guarantee it's a short one, but the Slug would complain.
Again, TGIV! I can escape for a while and enjoy. Hope you and yours do this holiday season wherever you are!
The law of averages still keeps cropping up at the Hotel.
What is the chance the maintenance guys will install your blinds in your office and treatment room and only one won't fit? Consequently, it will have to wait until next week. Hopefully, they'll find another.
What is the chance that a patient who's minding his/her own business as a patient would be fine one day, then slightly confused the next, then completely out of it the day after that? It was our patient and they have a slight clue what it may be (medication) but even tapering it, he/she's not getting better.
What is the chance that your boss will call a meeting, get caught up in the trappings of the holiday gifts he/she is given, and forget to do what he/she set out for the meeting?
Just another reason why each team meeting should have a written agenda and last no more than 30 minutes. If it were up to me, I'd take away the chairs to guarantee it's a short one, but the Slug would complain.
Again, TGIV! I can escape for a while and enjoy. Hope you and yours do this holiday season wherever you are!
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Technical difficulties, please stand by
This is the story of my life. Had I not lived one already in tech, I'd be crying every night. One step forward, two steps back. This place isn't the 'market leader' it used to be...at least not at the Hotel.
Contemplating a different sort of rehab spot for the future if this doesn't get any better. I tell myself everyday I'll give our new boss one year in the job before I move, but at the rate it's going, I may just move early (like him/her, hate the BS).
To be continued...
Contemplating a different sort of rehab spot for the future if this doesn't get any better. I tell myself everyday I'll give our new boss one year in the job before I move, but at the rate it's going, I may just move early (like him/her, hate the BS).
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Fun things to argue about at work
1. What exactly happens when someone coughs up a nasty trach plug? Is it sputum or gastric contents?
2. If you can't tell the difference in #1, should they let you graduate as a nurse practitioner? I probably p*$s% off our NP student, but last time I checked, lungs should not (regularly) contain gastric contents.
3. What does no really mean in any language (pick several, but we're all speaking English--American, anyway--here)? When you refuse to see my patients (or in our local speak: decline) and say no, I take it to mean, NO you will not see them. Yes, there is a communication gap here.
Sorry if you don't like what your boss says to you after that when I tell him/her. Not exactly my problem. If I could write orders for what the patient wanted, I'd be practicing medicine, not being a nurse.
The color of the sky, football teams, and crabby patients are all up next. We'll see how the week progresses.
Stay tuned.
2. If you can't tell the difference in #1, should they let you graduate as a nurse practitioner? I probably p*$s% off our NP student, but last time I checked, lungs should not (regularly) contain gastric contents.
3. What does no really mean in any language (pick several, but we're all speaking English--American, anyway--here)? When you refuse to see my patients (or in our local speak: decline) and say no, I take it to mean, NO you will not see them. Yes, there is a communication gap here.
Sorry if you don't like what your boss says to you after that when I tell him/her. Not exactly my problem. If I could write orders for what the patient wanted, I'd be practicing medicine, not being a nurse.
The color of the sky, football teams, and crabby patients are all up next. We'll see how the week progresses.
Stay tuned.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
I'm glad they're not my bosses
When you come out of a meeting and want to scream, it's not always good.
When people come to a meeting with an agenda on their yearly visit, it's always interesting. Either, I'm getting better at it, or the inspectors are becoming more transparent.
Needless to say, when they complain about things that are absolutely crazy, my lack of poker face showed.
So glad MY boss wasn't there at that meeting.
More to come.
When people come to a meeting with an agenda on their yearly visit, it's always interesting. Either, I'm getting better at it, or the inspectors are becoming more transparent.
Needless to say, when they complain about things that are absolutely crazy, my lack of poker face showed.
So glad MY boss wasn't there at that meeting.
More to come.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Reeducating the boss
My task this week: bring a boss up to speed when I've sent e-mails.
The ones I sent (meant to be on top) got buried in 400+ when he/she had to take an extra week of sick leave.
More to come...
The ones I sent (meant to be on top) got buried in 400+ when he/she had to take an extra week of sick leave.
More to come...
Friday, March 27, 2015
TGIF odds and ends
Oh, you know it's going to be an interesting day when your boss calls and asks "What the hell is going on?" Got that cleared up and it was better than I thought. He/she isn't mad anymore, just worried that he/she will have staffing issues.
I'm a big picture career person, so that's what I'm thinking. Pleasing the boss is important, but having peace of mind and career growth is important, too. One of these days, the HR reps in the Hotel will learn how to read and use telephones. All I can do now is wait.
I found out today is the birthday of the inventor of the x-ray. Unfortunately, unlike our radiology nursing friends at Washington, no one brought donuts.
Since the lovely folks in the media department are printing my MegaConference poster, F., the designer sent me the mockup this week. As usual, she does amazing work. I can't wait until she gets it done.
I'd like to publish something one of these days, but as this article mentions, some publishers are not what they seem, so beware!
On my way out the door today, I did a little occupational therapy reinforcement (along with my unit tour guide duties). I showed one of our newer patients how to navigate the inpatient wifi on his phone.
He was up and running listening to his favorite radio stations on his phone by the time I left.
A little head bopping and a huge smile was a great way to greet the end of the workday
Hope you have a happy weekend wherever you may be.
I'm a big picture career person, so that's what I'm thinking. Pleasing the boss is important, but having peace of mind and career growth is important, too. One of these days, the HR reps in the Hotel will learn how to read and use telephones. All I can do now is wait.
I found out today is the birthday of the inventor of the x-ray. Unfortunately, unlike our radiology nursing friends at Washington, no one brought donuts.
Since the lovely folks in the media department are printing my MegaConference poster, F., the designer sent me the mockup this week. As usual, she does amazing work. I can't wait until she gets it done.
I'd like to publish something one of these days, but as this article mentions, some publishers are not what they seem, so beware!
On my way out the door today, I did a little occupational therapy reinforcement (along with my unit tour guide duties). I showed one of our newer patients how to navigate the inpatient wifi on his phone.
He was up and running listening to his favorite radio stations on his phone by the time I left.
A little head bopping and a huge smile was a great way to greet the end of the workday
Hope you have a happy weekend wherever you may be.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Blowin' in the wind
Yes, it does seem like answers lately ARE doing that. It's been extremely windy here in RehabLand lately. From the "dirty fronts" to the Alberta Clipper, the winds are blowing.
The winds of change are also coming soon to RehabLand. We know it because it's leaking out of the management suite slowly, but surely. Our manglement finally GETS what I do in the SU, and they know realize how woefully executed my programs are (due to lack of cooperation from manglement, staff, etc.)
Some folks are even seeing cryptic messages in the media. They are slow on some things, but may be smart on others.
I'm having flashbacks to my other life before nursing. And some of them ain't pretty.
How to tell when change is in the wind (my $0.02)
1. Headquarters hires a new boss from outside who has a reputation for "cleaning house" in a Fortune 500 company.
Some of our armchair pundits at the Hotel may have missed the hint when he/she said, "Some folks won't be with us on the journey." in that welcome e-mail.
Translation: If we can fire you, we will. If we can downsize/rightsize or RIF (reduction in force) you, we will.
2. Said head honcho gets permission to bring in a bunch of high-powered consultants with whom you can sit in a meeting (where you're supposed to be asked about your job) and they will grill you like your at Nuremberg.
The grilling will have very little relevance in relation to you or your job or the reason why they (Manglement) asked you to come in the first place.
My favorite part: watching one of the old doctors (not a consultant, but an "expert") nod off during your session. The runner up was the grilling they gave the education chief. Best description: deer in the headlights. This was scary.
Translation: We're already paid for our time, so this is just a foregone conclusion, but we're trying to figure out how we can get more work "analyzing" your organization.
3. Head honcho publishes a "manifesto for change".
Believe it or not, the Hotel is in it. People like that at work because it makes them feel "safe".
Translation: You'd better believe the Hotel is going to change. Don't feel too comfortable just yet.
Should be interesting to see what happens...
The winds of change are also coming soon to RehabLand. We know it because it's leaking out of the management suite slowly, but surely. Our manglement finally GETS what I do in the SU, and they know realize how woefully executed my programs are (due to lack of cooperation from manglement, staff, etc.)
Some folks are even seeing cryptic messages in the media. They are slow on some things, but may be smart on others.
I'm having flashbacks to my other life before nursing. And some of them ain't pretty.
How to tell when change is in the wind (my $0.02)
1. Headquarters hires a new boss from outside who has a reputation for "cleaning house" in a Fortune 500 company.
Some of our armchair pundits at the Hotel may have missed the hint when he/she said, "Some folks won't be with us on the journey." in that welcome e-mail.
Translation: If we can fire you, we will. If we can downsize/rightsize or RIF (reduction in force) you, we will.
2. Said head honcho gets permission to bring in a bunch of high-powered consultants with whom you can sit in a meeting (where you're supposed to be asked about your job) and they will grill you like your at Nuremberg.
The grilling will have very little relevance in relation to you or your job or the reason why they (Manglement) asked you to come in the first place.
My favorite part: watching one of the old doctors (not a consultant, but an "expert") nod off during your session. The runner up was the grilling they gave the education chief. Best description: deer in the headlights. This was scary.
Translation: We're already paid for our time, so this is just a foregone conclusion, but we're trying to figure out how we can get more work "analyzing" your organization.
3. Head honcho publishes a "manifesto for change".
Believe it or not, the Hotel is in it. People like that at work because it makes them feel "safe".
Translation: You'd better believe the Hotel is going to change. Don't feel too comfortable just yet.
Should be interesting to see what happens...
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
How to perturb your coworkers, inaugural edition
Yes, this list will get long I'm certain, but here are a few things to make people really contemplate revenge.
1. Don't want to come into work? Call in tired. As in, "I'm just too tired to come in."
NOTE: this is not a nurse who worked a double, but acough, cough, provider who can't handle an eight hour work day...or children...or life.
Why no one's called the EAP for said MD is beyond me.
2. Wait for someone to leave, become the charge nurse, then reassign all the patients to the nurse with the least seniority. Can you say a$$H0l3? Why? Because said charge nurse can. (Thank goodness he/she will NEVER be my boss!)
3. Just be a general smarta$$. Don't have time for that!
1. Don't want to come into work? Call in tired. As in, "I'm just too tired to come in."
NOTE: this is not a nurse who worked a double, but a
Why no one's called the EAP for said MD is beyond me.
2. Wait for someone to leave, become the charge nurse, then reassign all the patients to the nurse with the least seniority. Can you say a$$H0l3? Why? Because said charge nurse can. (Thank goodness he/she will NEVER be my boss!)
3. Just be a general smarta$$. Don't have time for that!
Thursday, December 19, 2013
All I want for Christmas...
Is a new boss...again this year. So here's the letter I'd write if I could.
Dear Santa:
This request is getting really old, not just for me, but for everyone else. It's so bad that people are quitting or retiring in the interim.
If a new boss is too much, I'd be happy to take a new job or department reorganization for the new year.
Whatever fits in the bag easier for you.
Sincerely, your favorite nurse ('cause I'd fix Rudolph's shiny nose if you asked),
RehabRN
Dear Santa:
This request is getting really old, not just for me, but for everyone else. It's so bad that people are quitting or retiring in the interim.
If a new boss is too much, I'd be happy to take a new job or department reorganization for the new year.
Whatever fits in the bag easier for you.
Sincerely, your favorite nurse ('cause I'd fix Rudolph's shiny nose if you asked),
RehabRN
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Ethical considerations
My boss's boss wasn't sure I encountered any of these in my job in the SU, so she left them off the requirement for my performance review. Consequently, they sent it back and did not review me.
Luckily, she was able to unearth the review this past week and send it back. Of course, it was late. Even more BS to put up with....
Nevertheless, I was not at all surprised when I saw this article about a little boy awaiting a heart transplant.
I have encountered this attitude much more than I'd like at the Hotel and our sister hospitals.
It really makes me sad.
Luckily, she was able to unearth the review this past week and send it back. Of course, it was late. Even more BS to put up with....
Nevertheless, I was not at all surprised when I saw this article about a little boy awaiting a heart transplant.
I have encountered this attitude much more than I'd like at the Hotel and our sister hospitals.
It really makes me sad.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Enduring manglement
Yes, that's the game we've been playing at the Hotel.
Bigwigs come and go, but power struggles last forever.
This week: the Manglement tried to suspend our boss, because he/she was one calendar day late on producing a document to his/her boss. It didn't matter that he/she couldn't take the class the day it was due because they had him/her doing something else "important" (as if 7 hours a week minimum of meetings isn't enough).
His/her PHB, our feckless chief nurse, got HR to send a letter of reprimand over, with requirements they figured he/she'd never fulfill.
At the behest of the Hotel MD chief, he/she sent over the missive to the hospital director and his second in command. It was lengthy, and told a story of an LPN who became an RN, who now as a nurse manager, took over the position at the Hotel after several other people said it would never work.
He/she knows us. He/she was one of us on the floor, and us old timers remember that. The nurse who never said, "I'm too busy to wash Mr. Z's hair," or "I don't want to do x, y , or z." This is the nurse who got certified in rehab, worked hard to keep patients and their rooms immaculate, to really CARE about what happened to them. The nurse who is proud to be a nurse .
So now we endure as he/she awaits the results of the appeal. Here's hoping they see the light before they screw up something else. The dim view of the Hotel could very well get worse.
More later...
Bigwigs come and go, but power struggles last forever.
This week: the Manglement tried to suspend our boss, because he/she was one calendar day late on producing a document to his/her boss. It didn't matter that he/she couldn't take the class the day it was due because they had him/her doing something else "important" (as if 7 hours a week minimum of meetings isn't enough).
His/her PHB, our feckless chief nurse, got HR to send a letter of reprimand over, with requirements they figured he/she'd never fulfill.
At the behest of the Hotel MD chief, he/she sent over the missive to the hospital director and his second in command. It was lengthy, and told a story of an LPN who became an RN, who now as a nurse manager, took over the position at the Hotel after several other people said it would never work.
He/she knows us. He/she was one of us on the floor, and us old timers remember that. The nurse who never said, "I'm too busy to wash Mr. Z's hair," or "I don't want to do x, y , or z." This is the nurse who got certified in rehab, worked hard to keep patients and their rooms immaculate, to really CARE about what happened to them. The nurse who is proud to be a nurse .
So now we endure as he/she awaits the results of the appeal. Here's hoping they see the light before they screw up something else. The dim view of the Hotel could very well get worse.
More later...
Friday, January 27, 2012
The plot thickens
Lots of craziness going on in the Hotel. Hustle, bustle, and renovating in my world. The painting part is going slowly, so I've been relocated to the office I started out in when I transferred. I don't really mind, since I enjoy my office mates.
I may get some new compatriots in the SU, or the ones who are there may stay on permanently. This is a hot topic on the unit, since everyone wants to run away from the boss. They'll do anything to get on day shift so they can take off and run.
Very few people are happy right where they are. They think there are too many changes. It would have come to us no matter what. It's been a year since Boss said he/she was moving on, but he/she didn't leave right away. Many people are still marooned and not coping well. The New Boss had to reiterate that his/her door was open, so ask if you want something, don't gossip. Seems like an easy concept, but it's not really as much fun to not gossip at the Hotel.
We will just have to wait and see, as the plot thickens.
More later...my Malbec is calling me. I've been good!
I may get some new compatriots in the SU, or the ones who are there may stay on permanently. This is a hot topic on the unit, since everyone wants to run away from the boss. They'll do anything to get on day shift so they can take off and run.
Very few people are happy right where they are. They think there are too many changes. It would have come to us no matter what. It's been a year since Boss said he/she was moving on, but he/she didn't leave right away. Many people are still marooned and not coping well. The New Boss had to reiterate that his/her door was open, so ask if you want something, don't gossip. Seems like an easy concept, but it's not really as much fun to not gossip at the Hotel.
We will just have to wait and see, as the plot thickens.
More later...my Malbec is calling me. I've been good!
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