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    Enough To Nurse A Grudge

    | TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Coworkers, Health & Body

    (I work at a kitchen of a nursing home. I am walking to another side of the building to pass out snacks when I see a resident trying to stand up from her wheelchair. Three nurses are standing next to her gossiping and not paying attention. The resident almost falls forward when I run fast as I can and catch her and put her back to her chair.)

    Me: “Where do you want to go, [Resident]?”

    Resident: “I want to go and watch the movie, but they parked my wheelchair and I don’t know how to move it now.”

    Me: “I’ll go take you to the movie room.”

    (I go and take her to the movie room, and I go back to the nurses.)

    Nurse #1: “—did you see that fat girl run?!”

    Nurse #2: *laughing* “Yeah, I know!”

    Me: *now angry* “You guys should have paid attention to her! She almost fell!”

    Nurse #1: “Oh, she falls all the time!”

    (Two of the three nurses got fired because the head nurse overheard. The head nurse also told me to come to her when I am done with nursing school and I can have a nursing job.)

    Not Very Productive Thinking

    | Corvallis, OR, USA | Bosses & Owners, Coworkers, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I have just received my first annual performance review. I am widely known as being one of, if not THE, most productive and efficient aides in the entire facility. I have received stellar marks almost across the board, but am shocked to see that I am given a three out of five in productivity. I immediately bring it up to my supervisor.)

    Me: “How could I possibly get a three out of five in productivity? Most everybody agrees I deserve a five, but I would even accept a four as everyone always has room for improvement. But a three is solid mediocrity, and I know for a fact that [multiple far less productive coworkers] have received fours. Can you explain?”

    Supervisor: “Well, you simply set the bar too high for yourself. When we see you come in here and always strive to give 110% of yourself, we come to expect that from you all the time. Thus if you’re feeling tired or under the weather and are only able to give 100% or 90%, it makes it look like you’re being lazy in comparison.”

    Me: “O… okay. But you gave a higher mark to [specific coworker who is exceptionally lazy], for example, and everybody knows that she spends the majority of her shift at the desk playing with her phone when she should be in the patients’ rooms helping them!”

    Supervisor: “Well, see, with her, we know that she usually only gives about 50%, but occasionally she’s having a good day and gives us more like 60%. Those good days in comparison to her usual make her look more productive than you on your bad days as compared to YOUR usual.”

    Me: “Okay, just so we’re on the same page here: you really believe that someone who gives 90% on their WORST day deserves a lower score in productivity than someone who gives 60% on their BEST day?”

    Supervisor: “Yes. I’m glad you understand. Did you have any more questions?”

    Me: “… No, I think I pretty much got it. Thanks.”

    No Hopeful On Finding Opal

    | MO, USA | Coworkers, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I am volunteering at a nursing home. It is time to hand out breakfast.)

    Coworker #1: “This tray goes to Opal.”

    Coworker #2: “Which one is Opal?”

    Coworker #1: “She has gray hair and glasses, and is sitting in a wheelchair.”

    Coworker #2: “Then we have about 15 Opals…”

    Keep Your Head High And Your Expectations Hire

    | Ottawa, ON, Canada | Bosses & Owners, Health & Body, Job Seekers

    (I am applying at a local nursing home for a job. While I am waiting in the lobby for my interview, I see an elderly woman fall to the ground. A nurse helps her up and sits her on a bench, but leaves the elderly woman unattended while she goes to get a wheelchair. The elderly woman, who is bleeding from the eye and clearly disoriented, gets up to walk again. Being the only other person other than the residents around, I try to coax her back to her seat to prevent her from falling again. At this moment, the manager comes out to get me for my interview.)

    Manager: “Miss [my name]? Come with me, please.”

    Me: “Um, the nurse has just gone to get this woman’s wheel chair. She just&mash;”

    Manager: “Well, yes then. Come with me, please.”

    Me: “Well, shouldn’t we—”

    (The manager is walking away at this point and the other nurse has arrived with the wheelchair, so I reluctantly leave the woman and follow the manager. We get into the office and the manager closes the door and stares at me.)

    Manager: “Well, first of all, I’m going to let it go that you were so rude to me just then.”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Manager: “You’re here for a job, and you start barking orders at me to get the patient a wheelchair. I felt that this was very rude and unprofessional.”

    Me: “I’m… I’m really so sorry. I had absolutely no intentions of being rude to you. That patient had just fallen on the floor and was bleeding. The nurse told her to stay seated until she came with her wheelchair. I was just trying to make you aware of it because I didn’t want to leaver the poor dear and risk her falling again. She was bleeding!”

    Manager: “Yes, well, and that’s another thing! You keep calling her ‘poor thing’ and a ‘patient.’ Here, we call them ‘residents’ or ‘clients.’ And don’t ever call them ‘poor’-anything, because you’ll insult them.”

    Me: “I’m so sorry.”

    Manager: “Well, it’s fine. I know sometimes you teenagers don’t know how to conduct yourselves in a proper manner in the work place or with people in authority. It’s to be expected, but you’d better shape up fast.”

    (Note: I am 23 years old, married, have 2 children, and have been working since I was 15 years old. However, I choose to let that remark go. After 10 minutes, I realize she is basically looking to hire me on for the summer to work the shifts that she and her coworkers want off. This leaves me as the sole person in the building on certain nights, such as Canada Day.)

    Manager: “So, you would be working probably 6 pm to 2 am Canada Day night. You understand that, right?”

    Me: “Yes. We were only planning to take the children out in the afternoon anyhow.”

    Manager: “…Children? How old are you?”

    Me: “I’m old enough to to married with a 5 and 7 year old, and old enough to have been in the work force full time for the past 8 years.”

    Manager: “Well, anyway… um… do you feel comfortable handing out medications? Like, to the residents?”

    Me: “Well, I’m not certified to, but if we’re talking aspirin and laxatives, I could probably handle that.”

    Manager: “Alright, you can start tomorrow night. You’ll be distributing medication to all the residents by yourself on the first night…”

    (Despite this offer, I decide after leaving the interview that I really want nothing to do with that establishment. Thankfully, I ace my second interview for another job, and call the first manager to let her know I didn’t want their job.)

    Manager: “Why may I ask have you changed your mind?”

    Me: “Well, first off, I felt that your lack of concern for your residents was appalling. Your resident was bleeding and clearly confused and you were willing to leave her unattended because you felt I had been rude to you by trying to inform you of the situation. Secondly, you reprimanded me and accused me of being a disrespectful teenager. If you had actually bothered to look at my resume, you would have seen that I have been in the workforce for several years and am out of high school, making your statement unfounded. Thirdly, I felt that you were a little too eager to hire a ‘disrespectful teenager’ with a poor work ethic and zero medical certifications to stay alone with and distribute medications to residents all so that you and your coworkers could enjoy your summer holidays. So, thank you for your time and consideration, but for those reasons I don’t want to be a member of your company or be affiliated with you in anyway.”

    Manager: “Yeah, well… don’t even THINK about using us as a reference on your resume!”

    Me: “I wouldn’t if I could. Have a nice night.”