On the lighter note of things, I have built friendships during my stay at work. I should've learned before that co-workers can never be true friends. I should have listened to my instincts ways back.
It is obvious that there are divisions among the staff in our ward. The juniors and the seniors. I was one of the juniors but I rarely act as one. I speak up my mind and that gets me in trouble most of the time since everyone around me are too narrow-minded to accept thoughts and opinions diverse to theirs. So they take it the wrong way.
Making friends at work is tricky. The secret is, not to get involved personally. It complicates things. I could have acted like a robot and turn a deaf ear and a blind eye when I see something wrong that a co-worker friend did. But it's not that easy. And that's not me.
When asking for favors, friends come in handy but when your friends who are also your co-workers, they can be irritating when repeatedly done on purpose. Geez, how many rest days do I have to trade every time the other needs to go to a party or whatsoever?!!
There were also times when you feel that they have taken advantage over you, when they endorse you a previous work that is incomplete and trashy. They feel secure to endorse it to you like that because they believe that friends understand these things. They make excuses that they are already too tired to accomplish everything and so they hand it over to you, who is just starting her shift and now had loads of responsibilities to do. Such responsibilities which are not even hers in the first place.
Too much familiarity.
Too comfortable with each other.
There should be rules about not having friends at work.
I used to trust one person at work completely. I believed she would not let me down. But then, up to the very end, she did not even stood up for me. I disappointed myself. I had no other choice but to let it go. No point in fighting for someone worthless.
I had loads of friends before until I started working and I neglected those real friends of mine. Shame on me.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
The Boss.
My boss is the epitome of a nightmare. Seriously. They say that it is unethical to talk so badly of your previous boss however, I think that such human being deserves nothing but the same treatment she gives to everybody else.
Let me name her Cruella.. =). Maam Cruella comes to work every seven o'clock in the morning and leaves the ward during lunch time then goes to the quarters of her kind at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. During my probationary days, I had the pleasure of seeing her everyday. This gave me the chance to observe her lifestyle and read her personality.
She is near her 50s, single, never had a boyfriend, not that attractive (she's not the pretty type), overweight, clueless about fashion and have no intentions on leaving the only job she has ever had for 15 years. She lives alone in her studio apartment with a small circle of friends. Her daily routine is simply work and home. In short, she had no life.
This is how our everyday experience with her is. The moment she arrives at the ward, she ignores our morning greetings and starts her daily sermon. Sometimes when she is in a good mood, she give perfunctory glance after we greet her. Somehow, she finds something to yell about everyday. That's right, she yells. Every single, dreadful day. Her presence bring such dark aura in the room that everyone wants to run for the sake of our sanity. It is as if she has this built in CCTV camera that she notices every single and little thing that we did wrong then makes a big fuss about it. But that's what bosses do right? Well, she embarrasses us most of the time. After that, she goes to her table and ignore everybody else unless she gets distracted with the crowding people around her or by someone who made a tiny, forgivable mistake. She goes to lunch and probably eats alone. I imagine her sitting at the back of a huge cafeteria sulking about why everybody else has real friends and the best that she could manage are "plastics".
After lunch, she goes to her favored ward (the other nurse's station. not ours.) and gossip about doctors and other nurses. Then, she comes back to our ward with the nasty look we are all familiar of.
She leaves quietly and talks to the senior nurse ONLY to tell her she's going home.
With regards to doing work schedule, she has the worst method. She makes a blank page for our request off's then forgets it. In the end, she just makes the schedule according to her preference. Junior nurses seldom gets weekends off. Maam Cruella enjoys seeing them suffer. Change of schedule is a tough one to ask of her. It is like going through a pinhole. I once asked her because it was my mother's birthday and actually saw flames come out from her nose and her eyes turned rouge. I was terrified. I didn't attempt to do it again until after a year.
I used to be one of her favorite staff nurses until the day when I spoke for myself and some of the staff whom she is treating unfairly. She did not even listen to what I said and blatantly tells everybody that I have a big mouth and has no respect for her. That was the day when I realized I cannot tolerate this bitch and I promised myself that one day, we will meet again and I will forgive her. For all the hurt she brought us.
The worst thing that I could share about her was during my pregnancy, when my OB advised me to take a sick leave because there are signs that I might miscarry, she created a scandal that I was in fact using the sick leave just so I could enjoy the holidays. She even doubted my pregnancy was even at risk. After two weeks of bed rest, I came back to work and was treated coldly by her. She transferred me to the ward where I am going to handle chemotherapeutic drugs. These are very dangerous drugs that could harm my baby, considering I am in the first trimester. But she ignored all these. She didn't care.
I lost the baby after a week. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was the drugs I was handling. But mostly, it was me being stressed out merely by my co-existence with her.
Let me name her Cruella.. =). Maam Cruella comes to work every seven o'clock in the morning and leaves the ward during lunch time then goes to the quarters of her kind at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. During my probationary days, I had the pleasure of seeing her everyday. This gave me the chance to observe her lifestyle and read her personality.
She is near her 50s, single, never had a boyfriend, not that attractive (she's not the pretty type), overweight, clueless about fashion and have no intentions on leaving the only job she has ever had for 15 years. She lives alone in her studio apartment with a small circle of friends. Her daily routine is simply work and home. In short, she had no life.
This is how our everyday experience with her is. The moment she arrives at the ward, she ignores our morning greetings and starts her daily sermon. Sometimes when she is in a good mood, she give perfunctory glance after we greet her. Somehow, she finds something to yell about everyday. That's right, she yells. Every single, dreadful day. Her presence bring such dark aura in the room that everyone wants to run for the sake of our sanity. It is as if she has this built in CCTV camera that she notices every single and little thing that we did wrong then makes a big fuss about it. But that's what bosses do right? Well, she embarrasses us most of the time. After that, she goes to her table and ignore everybody else unless she gets distracted with the crowding people around her or by someone who made a tiny, forgivable mistake. She goes to lunch and probably eats alone. I imagine her sitting at the back of a huge cafeteria sulking about why everybody else has real friends and the best that she could manage are "plastics".
After lunch, she goes to her favored ward (the other nurse's station. not ours.) and gossip about doctors and other nurses. Then, she comes back to our ward with the nasty look we are all familiar of.
She leaves quietly and talks to the senior nurse ONLY to tell her she's going home.
With regards to doing work schedule, she has the worst method. She makes a blank page for our request off's then forgets it. In the end, she just makes the schedule according to her preference. Junior nurses seldom gets weekends off. Maam Cruella enjoys seeing them suffer. Change of schedule is a tough one to ask of her. It is like going through a pinhole. I once asked her because it was my mother's birthday and actually saw flames come out from her nose and her eyes turned rouge. I was terrified. I didn't attempt to do it again until after a year.
I used to be one of her favorite staff nurses until the day when I spoke for myself and some of the staff whom she is treating unfairly. She did not even listen to what I said and blatantly tells everybody that I have a big mouth and has no respect for her. That was the day when I realized I cannot tolerate this bitch and I promised myself that one day, we will meet again and I will forgive her. For all the hurt she brought us.
The worst thing that I could share about her was during my pregnancy, when my OB advised me to take a sick leave because there are signs that I might miscarry, she created a scandal that I was in fact using the sick leave just so I could enjoy the holidays. She even doubted my pregnancy was even at risk. After two weeks of bed rest, I came back to work and was treated coldly by her. She transferred me to the ward where I am going to handle chemotherapeutic drugs. These are very dangerous drugs that could harm my baby, considering I am in the first trimester. But she ignored all these. She didn't care.
I lost the baby after a week. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was the drugs I was handling. But mostly, it was me being stressed out merely by my co-existence with her.
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