Showing posts with label little things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label little things. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2016

The little people

We finally found out where the VIP entourage went while they were touring Washington recently, and we were patiently waiting on the floor for them to stop by on our unit. The VIPs stood us up.

Since everything our hospital system does is now posted on Facebook, the photos told us where they went.

I'm used to being "cut" from the A list in my area all the time. Nurses are used to it. My bosses, he and she, are not.

It's not fun finding out you are the "little people" after you come to work when you really could be doing something better.

Life is full of small victories. Enjoy every minute.

More to come.




Monday, April 1, 2013

Two letters

In the grand scheme of things, it seems miniscule. To ask a favor for a friend who is dying. A friend you  shared stories and did wonderful things with, all while doing your job.

It's a small token, but worthwhile nevertheless.

I read this story today and so many memories of patients and last requests came back to me: watching the baseball game, seeing your son/daughter/sister/brother/mother (pick a relative), dreaming about going home, hanging out and laughing.

No fooling. Making these requests come true is a gift we can all give...if we get lucky enough.

More later.


Saturday, August 27, 2011

Some things are better left unsaid

Some days I ponder the meaning of life and who the he-double hockey sticks left some of the people in Manglement at the Hotel in the management track. The bang head on desk scenario and the infamous dope slap happen far too often (or in the latter case, NEED to happen)...

Here's some recent snippets.

1. "I really don't know what you're supposed to be doing." --Boss
WTF? Hello? Did you not read the job description HR sent, nor the information I forwarded you from those Clinic Trainers about my new job, the one you're supposed to be managing and mentoring me on?

Thank heavens, after surviving the Hades of nursing school and other businesses, I am pretty good at assembling memos documenting my skills and what I'm expected to do, with Hotel corporate procedures (since I actually read the established ones) and winging it when there are none.

Just 'cause I'm nice, I'll document it for you so you can put it into my personnel file when YOUR boss comes looking for it.

2. "Do you really need an accessible office?" --Hotel Real-estate agent (aka office manager)
Well, yes, honey, I do, when you expect people with walkers, canes and wheelchairs to actually come into my office (which also needs a door BTW). A hallway with a computer in the corner, with no walls and doors, just won't cut it, especially for the folks who enforce HIPAA.

You can start by evicting that supposed secretary who does not answer the phone half the time and loses appointments when the docs give them to her. Her office (she actually has not one, but two desks in two places in the clinic) would be a great place for me.

3. "I'd never work the floor again if I were you." Nurse assistant who was talking about me moving to my new job.
Thanks dude. Should I take that as a compliment or a slap? Hmmm....So glad I'm good at that selective nurse hearing.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Things that make me smile

Yes, even though some of our nurses say we should not nominate people for department awards for doing the little things as part of their job, it is the little things that people remember. It brings back all those lectures on servant leadership. Keeping things stocked and thinking of the nurse who follows you are two things that were impressed upon me in my first nursing job, and  yes, it is everybody's business.

And as a result, the things that have made me smile recently during all this Manglement madness have been the little things.

1. Patient X goes home and calls me recently from a restaurant we talked about all during his stay. I even got the lowdown on the daily special.

2. Patients who say "please" and "thank you". There are just too many barbarians who have forgotten their manners. Mr. X., thank you for thinking of me and being polite, even when many of your other fellow patients do not do the same.

3. Dr. F. brought us all goodies this week. It made us feel important, too.

4. And finally, one of my patients came back to the unit, We had a really nice chat and I told him about his old roommate sending us a card, which was posted on our bulletin board. Before he left, he told me, "You know, I miss seeing you. You are the best."

Thanks Mr. D., and so are you. We loved the candy, even if it means another mile on the treadmill for me.

Stay tuned.