Scary Monster

Yep- It's a code name for a nurse. A big scary, mean looking, mean acting nurse... Who will make you think her shit doesn't stink, but your shit does and she can smell that shit from a mile away, she'll let you know of this. Big scary monster is big into unions, she speaks up about everything regardless of the topic and regardless if she is right and she is overly opinionated. She has to be heard and seen always... Oh boy is she seen. Her pannus (stomach fat) is so big I am not sure when the last time she saw her juice box, but that is a whole other story! How dare you get me off track and on such an inappropriate track! Hahaha... Not really.

The truth is her attitude is about as nice as her hair, skin, and clothes...It's just all one big ball of OMG! I use to feel bed for her, until the time I became a nurse and had to give end of shift report to her. Wow, I thought my night had gone fine. I sit down, convinced myself "I got this" in a "white girl gangsta kinda way" (Yes I do this) I hardly had a sentence out of my mouth when she growls back...."What did you do that for? Why did you do this? Why didn't you do this? Didn't they teach you to do things this way? Did you call the Dr.? Did you tell this to the patient? Did you try to SAVE THE WHOLE FREAKING WORLD IN 8 FUCKING HOURS?

Nope. In fact scary monster... I started my shift cleaning up left over shit from the shift before me... Calming my patients down, settling them in, did my head to toe assessment I am required to do/ (that I do thoroughly), took vitals, assess labs, looked at doctors orders, assisted the CNA (peeps have to eat and poo!!) ...Of course there are many other nursing tasks that consume my eight hours. I had to give medication/ pain medication mostly, monitor people as they take these new pain medications, make sure my charting was up to date and speed and entered correctly in case someone should take me to court. Then after my patients were all comfortable and settled... You, scary monster, came to my desk to get report and have the audacity to ask me what I did and what I didn't do. Well luckily for my upbringing, I have the balls to tell you I didn't even have a chance to piss and are you f'ing kidding me right now!?!?!... But everything is done for you to start your day-And you're welcome bitch.... At least I think we are ready to give report until her questions begin....Making me feel like an inch tall. Then after my slaughter she laughs and tells me about her over the top wine consumption with her husband after he got off from his job at the local convenient store. Winner she has got there. Ugh I swear she hates her hair (she does, it is long and ratty, but she won't go see my hair stylist, I tried), she hates her job, her life, I'm sure she'd swat at a beautiful butterfly if it flew gracefully on by her. Or maybe I was the butterfly...but I am squished. Not winning.

I took this whole baby mama drama into my boss's office... Come to find out my boss has the same views as me about such scary monster...Which made me feel like I just scored the game winning touch down. I knew better, I knew it was not me, I was never brought up or conditioned to be the person she was making me try to feel like... And at the end of the day I won knowing it's her not me, everyone else views her that way and she is one of those people who will be miserable about everything. So I'll collect my butterfly wings...And move on <3

I don't know how much of this venting actually portrays this nurse. The moral of the story is she forgot what it feel like to be new, maybe to be young, ambitious, to want to do a good job....But missed somewhere along the way that you get along further in life with honey... If anything was missed during my shift, all she had to do is let me know in a not such a "make me feel like I am an inch tall way" instead she could have treated me as a new / eager to learn RN and just explained it to me. OR do like I do... Let the shift before me (who didn't get to a task) know that I will take care of it when I can. Nursing is a 24 hour job. Seriously. I am not supper-women, no matter how much I try and hustle, it doesn't work... But bitch I am gangsta and she should watch out in the parking lot. Hahahahaha.