Sorry, but I have to vent somewhere. I started my job about a month ago, and have been on the floor for 4 weeks now. I have had 3 preceptors since my original preceptor was on vacation. She came back this week. Her first day back, was honestly, one of the worst days of my life. I only had 3 pts but one was on isolation with a peg and a trach. Everytime I had to go into his room, it was like preparing for battle. I was in his room fixing his iv dressing, when she came in with newly ordered meds for the pt. I looked up and happened to see that the tubing for the trach mask was full of foam. I noted this outloud and looked around to see if there was tubing. I said I would have to go outside and get more. She said she would go get it, for me to keep doing what I was doing. When she came back she started to go off on me how I need to be more prepared, and stop starting at her with a blank look on my face. I told her that I had known what I had to do, but was doing something else at the moment. I can't do all 50 things she yells at me to do at once. She said "Don't throw this back at me, you are the one that isn't taking initiative!" Huh? I went into the room with a game plan, and had only just begun to attack it. She was further enraged that I did not know what the new meds she had brought did. *WELL* if I had been ready to give the meds, I would have brought them into the pt's room myself. She said "You should have your med book with you". I told her I have my med book but I didn't think it was a good idea to bring it into contact isolation rooms.
I really don't know what to do. I can't counter her arguments that I'm slow, but I can't just "do it faster". I run from the moment I get there until the moment I leave. I only take 30 minutes for lunch and only get it after the shift is 2/3 the way over. I leave 30 min. late every day. I could save time if she were easy to find when I had questions or if pharmacy would refill the stupid pyxis so I didn't have to go upstairs 3 times a day. She also made fun of me for misspelling the word diahrea asking if I was dyslexic in front of everyone. I also loved how she told another nurse in front of me that she "had to give me a little heart to heart today". I had an AllyMcbealish fantasy of just reaching out and slapping her.
I cry on the way to work, I cry on the way home from work. I've been crying my entire two days off. I can't believe I have to go back to that place tomorrow. I love the actual work, but I can't obviously be what they want me to be. I am trying as hard as I can, but it is not enough obviously.
Sorry, but I have to vent somewhere. I started my job about a month ago, and have been on the floor for 4 weeks now. I have had 3 preceptors since my original preceptor was on vacation. She came back this week. Her first day back, was honestly, one of the worst days of my life. I only had 3 pts but one was on isolation with a peg and a trach. Everytime I had to go into his room, it was like preparing for battle. I was in his room fixing his iv dressing, when she came in with newly ordered meds for the pt. I looked up and happened to see that the tubing for the trach mask was full of foam. I noted this outloud and looked around to see if there was tubing. I said I would have to go outside and get more. She said she would go get it, for me to keep doing what I was doing. When she came back she started to go off on me how I need to be more prepared, and stop starting at her with a blank look on my face. I told her that I had known what I had to do, but was doing something else at the moment. I can't do all 50 things she yells at me to do at once. She said "Don't throw this back at me, you are the one that isn't taking initiative!" Huh? I went into the room with a game plan, and had only just begun to attack it. She was further enraged that I did not know what the new meds she had brought did. *WELL* if I had been ready to give the meds, I would have brought them into the pt's room myself. She said "You should have your med book with you". I told her I have my med book but I didn't think it was a good idea to bring it into contact isolation rooms.
I really don't know what to do. I can't counter her arguments that I'm slow, but I can't just "do it faster". I run from the moment I get there until the moment I leave. I only take 30 minutes for lunch and only get it after the shift is 2/3 the way over. I leave 30 min. late every day. I could save time if she were easy to find when I had questions or if pharmacy would refill the stupid pyxis so I didn't have to go upstairs 3 times a day. She also made fun of me for misspelling the word diahrea asking if I was dyslexic in front of everyone. I also loved how she told another nurse in front of me that she "had to give me a little heart to heart today". I had an AllyMcbealish fantasy of just reaching out and slapping her.
I cry on the way to work, I cry on the way home from work. I've been crying my entire two days off. I can't believe I have to go back to that place tomorrow. I love the actual work, but I can't obviously be what they want me to be. I am trying as hard as I can, but it is not enough obviously.