Running on Empty
There are periods of my life (this happens to be one of them) when I can physically feel myself crumple into a depressive-funk.
Yesterday, a patient screamed at me and followed me down the hallway (he was demanding something while I was trying to remember what comes after the lyric "and I don't e-ven know her (la la la la la la) crim-son and clo-ver") . He must have stood there and screamed for about five minutes, while I extricated myself from the situation, ignoring him.
Then I was told by management that "it's sometimes part of our job to take abuse like this" and how badly I had botched up our "customer service initiative" by walking away from screaming angry man rather than saying "I'm sorry."
Where did that line of management policy come from, I wonder, Mao's Little Red Book?
Some days I'd rather work taming pitbills or draining sewer lines.
Honest to God.
While I'm knocked on the floor, let me just coment on how much laundry is down here, and maybe someone should do something about it, lest we all start swimming through a sea of clean laundry to get from point A to point B in the place.
No more Nice Happy Jamie at Work. There's only going to be Work Jamie, who steps. away. from the. angry. patient. at the earliest convenient time possible and makes my charge nurse deal with it. I shall be a robot, pretend I have no feelings. I'll have to channel Data of Star Trek: The Next Generation android fame.
It's sad to think this job is turning me into a ruthless bitch with a stone heart and set , silent jaw. That really wasn't my nursing version of myself when I started, funnily enough.
Any more, I'm only here to make the money, honey. No else gives a damn about me, so why should I give a damn about any body else?
posted by Ziggy @ 9:30 PM
2 Comments:
So will insurance pay for your car? One would think I'd have already ceased to be amazed by the idiocy of the human race, but the surprises just keep coming. Also, you seem to have a superhuman level of endurance in the dealing with shitty people department. I must learn from you.
Not insurance; we have to get it appraised, and then ask the district attorney who's prosecuting the case to add the cost of repair to the list of... uh... stipulations(?) on the judge's sentencing. If she fails to pay, she can be hauled into court again. AND if she doesn't show up for the first court day, she gets a second letter and a new trial date, and if she doesn't show up for *that* one, they issue a warrant for her arrest.
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