Life's little frustrations...

Today's comes in the form of a job. This has grown from a job I once loved and cared about to now leaving me with a bitter disdain for all of humanity. Congratulations, psych. You have managed to suck my soul dry.

On tonight's list I have been chastised by the nurse in front of my peer. I have been given a list of my responsibilities (which I cannot do because I do not have a key to the unit). Yeah, this place can fuck off. Really? You need to say to me "You ought to know better." Real professional. Thank goodness you're not management. What's it like being an angry black woman in America?

Environmental rounds: A check list provided to the minions to ensure the safety of the unit. Now enters the great debate. Should they be done at the beginning of the shift or the end of the shift? Well here's my argument for the end of the shift. By completing them towards the end of the shift I was able to show I was vigilant throughout my shift, rather than checking up on the previous shift to see if they missed anything. Also, it provides an opportunity for me to more accurately record when a change in the unit's overall safety has changed. For example, if a light bulb burns out on my shift I should be able to write on the environmental rounds sheet that I reported the issue to engineering. However, if I do them at the beginning of the shift well I'm doing twice the work.

I know I got out of the first grade a while ago, but do you really feel the need to tell me where to sit? Yes, I understand I'm supposed to watch both wings at once. In fact you think I'm so awesome at my job that I can be checking one end of the hall while watching the other end around the corner. I must be pretty bad ass. At least until someone gets hurt, because God forbid you come out of your safety zone of the nurse's station and actually have the balls to sit in the hall next to me. Nah, you guys are nurses. You've earned the right to sit on the phone all night long and complain about how you do nothing.

Ok, to my peer. I'm really happy you're into Jesus. That's awesome. But for the love of Christ himself, please turn down your head set. I'm sitting more than six feet away and I can hear the fire and brimstone. My God and church are happy ones. I'd like to keep this illusion going. Thank you.
Scheduling: This is some sorta special right here. You fuck with my rotation, then wonder where I am when I don't show. Is anyone around this joint really paying attention? Really? And now I need to do my certifications and well thanks to you I'm now going to get overtime and then get yelled at for getting overtime.

But oh, wait that's right I'm just a minion. I'm not supposed to think or feel or have opinions. I'm just to put up and shut up. God, I hate my fucking job. Please get me the hell out of here.