I'm Mad As Hell...

I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore, has turned into "your stupid as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore" or you're mean as hell for no reason and I'm not going to take it anymore. Bottom line is, I'm not going to take it anymore.

There is a particular nurse I work with occasionally, THANK THE HEAVENS I don't work with her more often than I do…

Tonight, she is in full stride on her bitch horse. There were some labs ordered, I did my job, I checked them, I bagged them, I put the time and date on them, and delivered them to her. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO ORDER THINGS… This is very important, unless the test was already ordered and something went wrong with it. But, that doesn't include if the Dr. didn't order it for when YOU WANT TO DRAW IT. It is ordered for the time that it is ordered, and that is that.

She came to my desk looking through my trash pile asking who threw these tests away. I did. They are not good reqs. If the nurses knew these things (and when I say nurses, I mean her, she has the most lab complaints of anyone I have ever worked with) then there would be WAY less mislabels, etc. IF THERE IS A "Q" ON THE REQ, IT IS NO GOOD. How hard is that to learn!?

Anyhow, she was pissed that her tests were ordered for 0100, and not starting now, and 2200. I can only bring her what has been ordered. I told her so; I brought you everything that printed up. She said, "No, where are my 2200 tests" I told her, everything that was ordered I brought you. Again, she says no, where are my 2200s? Here is the thing, when it is ordered, unless it is ordered lab collect, it prints right here by me, less than 5 feet away from me. I KNOW IF IT PRINTS… So I do my job, which I did. She continues to argue with me, telling me that it would be helpful if I brought her everything… I DID YOU STOOPID COW. I even went over to her work station to try and show her what I was talking about, but of course she didn't come with me, she knew I was right. Well, I take that back, I am sure that she STILL thinks that I am wrong, even though she had to ask the Docs to order what she needed. Somehow, I am still wrong…

The point of all of this was that when she was being mean and snotty to me, I just threw it right back at her, with the exact same amount of ugliness. I am sure that she thinks that I was the one that was out of line and inappropriate, I don't even give a flying crap.

My baby said that I should tell her next time that she talks to me that way, that I won't be responding until she can speak to me properly. I am going to tell her I don't appreciate the way that she is talking to me, and then when she comes back at me with whatever she comes back at me with, then I will say to her "Cow (I am not using her real name to protect her privacy), I will take care of this (this being what ever she is tantrumimg about at that moment) when you speak to me more appropriately.