You scratch my back...
...and I'll scratch yours? I'm sure you all are very familiar with that phrase. This is one of the primary reasons where I've decided to stay another 13 weeks. Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention. I'm staying until March instead of December. My recruiter reached out to me not too long ago and asked how things were going. One thing led to another and I'm in the process of applying for an extension of my contract! I'm excited and looking forward to staying here a bit longer. But I really REALLY enjoy my co-workers; not that I didn't enjoy those I used to work with. It's just it's so chill when I go to work; back before I would have to talk someone down when things got hectic. Now people are talking ME down when things are hectic (Energizer Bunny!!!!!). Everyone just goes with the flow and at the end of the day we all tell each other how good of a job we did and how much we appreciate how well everyone worked. A doctor even treated us staff to lunch just because they thought we deserved it. It was awesome and it came from somewhere I have never been before. Having said that, I thought I'd share an interesting encounter I experienced recently.
It was the end of the shift; 6pm on the dot. One of the doctors was rounding and asked about one of my patients. I went to go get them so the doctor could see them...which meant pulling them out of group (something I don't particularly like doing). I walked back into the nurse's station and everyone was kind of looking at me funny. I thought I had something in my hair (or somewhere else) or something, but one of the night shift staff told me that the doctor asked them a question. So they answered as if the doctor was talking about the patient. They give their kind of long-winded answer...but no. The doctor asked the staff, while I wasn't there...behind my back. And it wasn't an entirely positive or exactly nice question either. I was shocked. I didn't understand; had I made some sort of impression that caused them to ask that? I couldn't believe it. But in my defense, the staff, who were also quite taken aback, answered on my behalf. While I was driving home, my mind was still reeling. I thought that asking about someone or talking about them behind their back was something that little kids on the playground did...not from one medical professional to another.
On Facebook, I posted a picture of a dog that I met before I moved. He was in a pet store next to a local sushi place my sister, a friend of ours and I ate at for lunch that day. His name was Seth. Seth was a little fluffy dog who sat right beside me while I pet him. Oh my GOODNESS he was so freaking cute! Anyway, I had never met him, and I expected him to be a little skittish around someone he had never met. Nah. He came right up to me and wiggled his little butt at me. It just reminded me that you know....it doesn't hurt to just be nice. What or who will it hurt by just being nice to someone, especially someone we've never met? Yeah...it's in my nature and it makes the job a little easier....ok, a LOT easier. So let that be a lesson for all of us. Let's all be like Seth. Not necessarily wiggling our butts at strangers happily, but...I think you get the jist of it.
It was the end of the shift; 6pm on the dot. One of the doctors was rounding and asked about one of my patients. I went to go get them so the doctor could see them...which meant pulling them out of group (something I don't particularly like doing). I walked back into the nurse's station and everyone was kind of looking at me funny. I thought I had something in my hair (or somewhere else) or something, but one of the night shift staff told me that the doctor asked them a question. So they answered as if the doctor was talking about the patient. They give their kind of long-winded answer...but no. The doctor asked the staff, while I wasn't there...behind my back. And it wasn't an entirely positive or exactly nice question either. I was shocked. I didn't understand; had I made some sort of impression that caused them to ask that? I couldn't believe it. But in my defense, the staff, who were also quite taken aback, answered on my behalf. While I was driving home, my mind was still reeling. I thought that asking about someone or talking about them behind their back was something that little kids on the playground did...not from one medical professional to another.
On Facebook, I posted a picture of a dog that I met before I moved. He was in a pet store next to a local sushi place my sister, a friend of ours and I ate at for lunch that day. His name was Seth. Seth was a little fluffy dog who sat right beside me while I pet him. Oh my GOODNESS he was so freaking cute! Anyway, I had never met him, and I expected him to be a little skittish around someone he had never met. Nah. He came right up to me and wiggled his little butt at me. It just reminded me that you know....it doesn't hurt to just be nice. What or who will it hurt by just being nice to someone, especially someone we've never met? Yeah...it's in my nature and it makes the job a little easier....ok, a LOT easier. So let that be a lesson for all of us. Let's all be like Seth. Not necessarily wiggling our butts at strangers happily, but...I think you get the jist of it.
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