you have several good points but this ruined a good message:

where several people have failed her in a serious matter.

where did you get that from? an elective operation can be postponed if there are no doctors or anesthesiologists who can operate or if an emergency arises and somebody from the ER must be operated within minutes. She was told several times the new date for her fathers operation, she was told the hospital is not operating at full capacity due to doctors calling in sick but she didn’t want to hear it, she even tried storming the nurses room.

If my coworker gives in to every entitled relative who yells at her and treats her this way, either my coworker will resign or take leave due to depression, a coworker who was simply doing her job to the best of her abilities managing the 20 something operations that had to be readied for Monday next week. And she gets abused for that? And you condone the karen? This part of your post seems very tone deaf. My coworker didn’t even do her pause. It is her the one who deserves empathy, respect and my support, not the karen.

As a matter of fact, next time something like this happens I’ll stop working and be there for her ready to call in security and the cops. f*ck the karen.

I don’t know if you’re aware how nurses complain of being treated like crap, burnout, losing the empathy they had when they first started working, but people like this karen are the reason why. You only need one to ruin your day.

What do you call somebody who throws a fit if she doesn’t get what she wants?

you are right, but somehow I cannot stop ruminating about this. Just thinking about them and how I was treated infuriates me.

I must insist you read the thread again. I haven’t even started my new job.

Kindly point where I’m having the exact same issues at a new job I haven’t even started.

calm down, think before writing.

thank you

this is bed nursing specific

I don’t know if this is PTSD, but the mere mention of their names and remembering them infuriates me.

I know I should be better than this and leave the past behind me, but somehow I cannot.

At least I’m eating and resting well

This is like the 6th thread I’ve seen on here by you, every one almost identical in that you hate your job, you hate everyone there, everyone is mean to you, everyone else is lazy, etc

then read the thread again dude, apparently you didn’t notice I no longer work there

People won’t like you for it but you won’t care.

actually, some unidentified coworkers complained I’m not friendly and the way I speak is demanding.

My former supervisor seemed to care about this because she came to me with these accusations, repeatedly. I still don’t know if this something big enough to fire somebody.

I don’t care, don’t give a fuck but apparently hr does…

Don’t give a fuck attitude going forward is a must.

I’m gonna have to ask you to explain here:

I stopped giving a fuck about my coworkers 2 weeks before calling in sick, like, fuck them and I hope they burn in hell. If I ever have to set foot at that god forsaken piece of shit ward I’m calling in sick again. Fuck em.

I also don’t give a fuck about any of my former managers.

I don’t want to to say I don’t give a flying fuck about my current hospital, because I’m staying with them on a different role until I find something better, which may or may not happen, but it’s a clock in clock out and I’m fucking done with you and fuck you asshole situation

you suggest not giving a fuck even going forward? but I do need to give a fuck not to lose my new position until I have secured a newer one, right? I don’t even know if I’m going to hate the new position away from patients as much as the ward.

you other 3 bullet points are great though

so I’m going to have a way to work and sustain myself while doing some therapy?

Did you do therapy or simply started your new job and somehow your brain forgot that part of your former life? Talked to friends?

I’ll watch the video now

I don’t want to go to work dreading having to go to work, I don’t want to think about how I’m going to be yelled at, what snarky remarks I’m gonna have to hear, what coworkers are going to lazy around while I work and their sit on their asses, I don’t want to prepare a working plan for the day only to be completely ignored by a coworker that, while not my superior, feels and acts like it only because she’s been there longer than me.

I don’t want to go to work in fear.

this looks like PTSD now.

I want to go to work to do the job to the best of my abilities feeling rested, to do my pauses as stipulated in the contract, to avoid drama and go home.

your answer is some kind of zen level wisdom I still need to master.

Happy that you can, but apparently I cannot (yet?)

or admit I hate nursing and I have to quit bedside.

really. I hate nursing.

are you sure you didn’t mean to say ‘you are’?

you mean half assing…

if this is true, it’s better I work alone

yes

wow… good post

none of us actually care about how anyone else’s weekends were or how the other person’s kids are doing.

got it, you ask to fake interest in the other person so he feels valued. Seems ridiculous and a waste of intellect.

It seems the best I can do is working alone. These rituals are way too complicated for me.

I’m very introverted and to me any kind of question about me is a prying one: my age, where I was born, how long I’ve been living where I am. I simply don’t get why I have to tell my coworkers about this, nor I understand why they get offended if I don’t answer the question. If I’m fired or I quit I’m not going to see them ever again. Who cares?

I’m a nurse and at my hospital there are rituals that bore me but anyone else finds, apparently, great: after report, talking time, usually 30 minutes. They talk about boring stuff, are loud and obnoxious, I simply don’t understand why adults act like this. I read to pass the time, but have to be there with them because we’re officially working. This happens at least three times per shift: once more to have lunch (for whatever reason we ALL must have lunch together, even if it means not having your own chair) and after charting, where, once again, I must remain with them because that’s officially working time. If I leave, have a seat in the pause room and start reading, I get yelled at, no matter than I can also hear the bell from there.

It gets very boring. God my new job cannot start soon enough.

I don’t have the luxury of having my own working station.

I’ve started to do extra chores just not to have to hear them. It also reduces the chance of them asking me about me.