Sunday, September 4, 2005

Work

Well...last night just crashed.  I got canceled at my regular gig for the 4th time this week, so I got brave and tried out another hospital ER.  I can honestly say I have never had a worse work experience in my entire life!!!  I called my agency last night at midnight crying saying I didn't know how I was going to work another 7hrs.  Then about 1:30am another nurse was laughing and joking said "DeLana I bet you are thinking I'm never coming back here again!".  I stopped and said (as loudly as possible), "No, I'm not thinking that at all...I am saying I WILL NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN!".   That made everyone in the ER turn around and stare at me, including the charge nurse.

Okay...now that we brought up the charge nurse, Pam (yes...I am naming names), I will have to say that I have never worked under someone who was that unprofessional, hostile, and a bitch in my life...and believe me when I say nurses can be real bitches.  When I got there she told me what my assignment was, got me an access code for the PIXIS (where all the drugs are kept) and then left me floundering.  I had to find out all the procedures for doing things on my own, including where my rooms were.  She didn't show me around, how the paper work system was, how to admit a patient (different at every hospital), nothing!  I had to take up my own patients (which is not a problem unless you are pushing a 200+lb pt plus a 100lb gurney on carpet, and you are 4'10 115lbs and you know where the hell you are going!).

I found out at 1:00am that I had a tech assigned to me by accident.  I was like "oh...you're my tech" and she goes "yes honey...but I'm too busy to help you".  So I was like "No problem...I've been doing without you all night".   How I found out she was my tech I asked a girl (who I assumed was a tech) to help a patient get dressed and out to their vehicle and she told me she was a medical scrib.  Now what the heck is that I ask.  "Oh I help the doctors by getting the pt's history".  Oh well...who helps me?  And then I found out about my tech.

I didn't know about "faxing" report instead of calling it.  I mean you had to fillout this form that including every pertinent thing in the patient's chart, fax it, then call.  How dumb and repetative is that?  Their charting was triple...I couldn't tell who was doing what where.  I had to hunt down doctors and I couldn't tell who they were (no one wore jackets).  I was insane.

I could go on and on and on, but you know what...it doesn't matter how nice you build it...it's the people on the inside that counts.  And that is why tonight I am going back to my regular gig and am happy about working in the "ghetto".

 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So when are you coming back to oklahoma to work??  After that night you can say that working at MRMC was a piece of cake compared to your HORRIBLE TIME at the "other" job....by the way I wouldn't go back EVER!!  By the way we could use you at MRMC...Rose has finally burned all her bridges so I don't think she has enough help.  She did it to herself I hate to say, but I will soon not have to worry about that...hopefully as soon as I finish school I will work with a person who respects and goes to bat for you when you work your butt off for her.  Well, I hope that after a big drink of whatever and a massage and talking to your agency about the horrible time you had you will feel better. TARA