Pure Ranting-1

*I page you a thousand times. You call back two hours later to tell me that you don't know the stuff I'm ordering and that you don't have anything to do with hospital equipment and supplies. Your lair in is the fucking basement, in the central supply room, where all the stupid hospital stuff are. And guess what? That 16f catheter I needed is right there. Can't you read labels? You come back after transporting the patients and you just leave the gurney unlocked with the dirty sheets and the portable monitor on it. How fucking hard is it to dump the stupid linen in the cart, put the monitor back on the crash cart plugged, and to step on the goddamn brakes that is conveniently located by your feet? Oh by the way, I am not human resources- you should not tell me how bad the nurses are to you, how low your wage is, and how unsatisfied you are of the ER. Well guess what? You are in the wrong fucking workplace! And stop telling me what to do with my future.

*Stop asking me to cover your shifts. I've always covered you because you had to go somewhere and because you have to do something that concerns your other job. Hey, why not quit your job here (you only work once in a blue moon) and concentrate on the other? I asked you to cover my ONCE- and it was for a pretty damn good reason and I told you TWO FUCKING WEEKS before the shift- you told me a day before that schedule that you can work it a week after I cancelled my conference. Oh, and mind you, I was just one of a handful of people invited to attend that fucking statewide conference. I missed that chance. So fuck off.

*Stop being too nice. You waste a lot of my time. You're no different from the others. I hate you.

*Don't talk to me like you know everything. You are still at the bottom of the totem pole. Don't talk to me in front of the patients like you're teaching me. If I were an asshole I could have humiliated you everytime. So don't patronize me. I OWN YOU.