Sometimes I Really Hate People

Published on January 23, 2006 By Rutabaga64 In Misc

Sometimes I really do hate people. And that's not good when my job is composed of constantly working with people. See, I'm a nurse, and I'm the intake coordinator for our local extended care facility that's connected with our one local hospital.

Sometimes my job is very busy, as I'm scurrying around trying to fill the beds, which makes sure we have income, and which also makes my boss happy. 99% of our admissions come from the main hospital, and the other 1% come from other facilities (like we got one from UCLA today). Usually we have no trouble getting the beds filled, because we have the reputation of being the best of the four facilities of this kind in our town. So people are always on a quest to get their loved ones into our facility, because they know they'll get the best quality care and have the best chance of getting better and going home.

Then there are days like today, when you have people calling me to find out if beds are available for Mum, Dad, Granny, Grandpa, or anyone else they want to plunk into our facility. And by God, they're going to get their way whether they like it or not. It's as if people seem to think that we always have a dozen empty beds just sitting around, just waiting for some lovely folks like them who have the need. And when they're told that just isn't possible, they get all huffy and indignant, like how dare we turn them away and say no. Money is no object! is one of their mantras sometimes, and they just don't seem to get it that money isn't the problem, and waving that kind of flag in front of me isn't going to do a damn thing. It's as if they figure we're there to serve, we must do as we're told, and there will be no questions asked.

Most of the time, their motivations are understandable and basically good, they do want to have their loved ones get access to quality care. But c'mon people, just remember the old cliche about getting more out of people with honey rather than with vinegar. Although ladling honey over my head ain't gonna get you what you want either.

Well, at least I made it through Monday. Only 4 days left to go in the week. Oh joy, oh rapture.

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