I got an email from someone who obviously doesn't read my blog very often. Either that, or she doesn't read it very well.
She suggested that I might be interested in joining the bitch session at her new website.
Sorry, sweetie, but I don't want to come to your slumber party. I'm sure it'll be fun for you and people like you, but, you and I, we're really not into the same things.
There's something very Speakeresque about the way that you claim to hate a profession that you are no longer working in.
"Well I have been out of work for a few months now and I am on my last dime. I was supposed to start a job that was a charge nurse position in a behavioral health unit and I could not drum up enough will power to go. I guess I would rather starve than be a nurse and put up with the politics and power struggles, the egos and gossips, the disfunctional [sic] needy patients and the even more disfunctional [sic] needy staff."Honey, the above attitude doesn't make you a martyr. It makes you a non-contributing member of society. "I don't want to go to work because people are mean to me there. Waa- aaaa-aaaaa!"
And when you give a bunch of whiners a place to whine, check out what happens!
"I have 5-6 patients, so it's not a huge load like some hospitals, and I even went to nights hoping that would make it easier...but I seem to always fall behind. I talk to other nurses about their time management, try new things, but still it's a huge struggle. I loathe the job."To which Mini-Speaker's response is,
"My opinion of your situation is that I think you are to [sic] good of a nurse!"Um, let me get this straight. The only ones that fail are the good ones? Right. Gotcha.
There's also a Speaker-like rant about how she came to be unemployed because somebody was mean to her. I had flashbacks to fifth grade while reading this. (And no, I do not think that nurses should have to put up with abuse. But this story is just ridiculous on so many levels.)
And then there's Gary, who has a really long diatribe that hurt my eyes and brain, but right in the middle was the best part:
"We, as nurses, should think about the patient first. That is what makes us BETTER than physicians."Because all that those big, mean, smelly doctors care about is making money.
Here's my instant analysis of Little Speaker and all of the other posting members on this site:
Nursing isn't the lollipops and rainbows that the career counselor promised it would be and I actually have to *sigh* work pretty hard and *gasp* think for myself on occasion and people poo and bleed and are mean to me and I want an easy job where someone will just hand me a paycheck and tell me how wonderful I am so I'm here to bitch about how hard it is to be me.
And what, exactly, made you think that I would be interested in your little project, Mini-Speaker?
I have a job, I'm good at my job, and my rants are about individual incidents, none of which have any effect upon my ability to actually do said job, nor my opinion about my career choice. I am not the type of burned-out, whining failure that appears to gravitate to your site.
So enjoy your unemployment bitch-fest. I'm going to bed. I gotta work tonight. And somebody might be mean to me, so I need to go charge up my batteries so I can handle it.