I know what you're going through. Back in '75, my (ex-) husband and I had just bought our first home, having moved out of a trailer. I had been working part-time for the first year we were married, but was forced to go to work full-time, in order to get it furnished. Anyway, I went to work at a small community hospital about 15 minutes from where we lived...and, right away, it was made well known to me by the other nurses who had been there forever that I was an outsider, and they went OUT of their way, to get rid of me. Nothing I did was right. Then, on top of this, someone kept scrawling the word "B.S." on my time card. I reported it to the D.O.N., but she did nothing. Finally, after one extremely difficult day, I went home and cried in the arms of my (ex-) husband all evening. I didn't EVER want to go back to that place, but I knew I had to, because there were bills to pay (of course). He suggested that I "kill 'em with kindness", and then if that didn't work, he gave his blessings for me to look someplace else to work.
So, the next morning I went into work, my mind made up that I wasn't going to let these b-----s make my life miserable. Right away, one of the Senior Staff Nurses started in on me, as I had been assigned to pass meds with her that day: "I thought you didn't like
working the floor", she commented, scathingly sarcastic. I turned to her and responded in my best professional tone: "I do what I am told
to do", grabbed my med cart and pushed it out of the med room, and left her standing there.
After that, things began to change. The anonymous scrawling on my time card stopped. And, not only did this nurse (and others) stop picking on me, she and others became some of my best friends...and remained so, until I left this hospital 7 years later. It's just a shame, to have to put up with this crap, to begin