I'll try not to write a novel out of my tale of woe (please don't stop reading after you see this is a tale of woe). I graduated from nursing school in May of 2010- got my offical RN license shortly thereafter. 1 week before graduation I (and oddly enough 3 other ladies in my class) found out we were with child (started celebrating too early I guess:D). We graduated right before the great MN nurses strike of '10 and faced the same issues that many are facing now- no job, and the interviews I did have came when I was obviously pregnant (who would hire a 26 week pregnant nurse?)
I finally got my big job in April of this year. It was at the hospital I really wanted to work at, in telemetry, which, while it's not where my sights are set in the long run, is still really cool and I think I'm learning plenty. The problem in this story is that I got off to a very rough start- orientation was not so hot for me. I had 4-6 weeks of orientation, started orienting on days (I work straight nights) and had, oh, 6 shifts on days and then went to nights and the second night (my 2nd night ever) I had to float with my preceptor to a different unit. I don't know if it was that most of my preceptors and I didn't have compatible personalities or learning/teaching styles, or if it was because I was still a fairly new mommy (she was 3 months old when I started) or if it was the year of no nursing work that got me...but it was a disappointment to say the least. I felt like someone who was jazzed up to run a marathon, was all ready and at the starting line and *BANG!* I take two steps and fall on my face, then tried to get back up, and then went 2 steps more and fell again, in front of a bunch of people who slapped a metaphorical "X" on me. I felt bowled over, overwhelmed, disorganized, scattered...like I had no idea what was going on- started with a patient load of 3 and then by next shift was expected to have the full load of 4. By the end of my 6 shifts I was expected to know how to do admits and discharges too. My nurse educator took me aside and chewed me out for having to extend my orientation for an extra 4 shifts and for being disorganized and not progressing. I felt like my job was in major jeopardy.
I try to figure out what went wrong. I know a few of my preceptors (I had a different one pretty much each time) just blasted through how to do stuff (like admits and discharges, and ordering things, and loaded me up with pamphlets on how to troubleshoot pacemakers and tele packs, and how to chart pt education and charting on the EMR). I realized that they were doing it all for me, and I wanted to do it myself, but I felt like it wasn't my place to insist...they're the preceptor I needed to be...I don't know... gracious. I DO know the 2-3 preceptors I had that I felt really helped me and made me feel confident and competent were the ones who just let me do it myself and then gave me pointers afterwards.
So now it's been 6 months. My educator has told me I've really improved, my nurse manager said she was really pleased at how I "dug my heels in and really made it work". That should bring comfort to me, but instead it made me feel like people were looking at me like I was lazy or not trying and had a bad attitude! Any time I try to explain any rationale for anything I did that either wasn't correct or could have been done different/better I feel like I'm being looked at as someone who is just making excuses for bad behavior, or a plain idiot. It's never my intention to seem like I can't take criticism! Please, tell me what I can do better! I asked in the beginning (and still do) but in the start I never got feedback- *I* never got feedback, my educator did- then I got it from her, too late for me do anything about it. I have stretches where I feel real good about how I'm doing, and then I get taken down. There is one charge nurse in particular who I hate to say, I think she just doesn't like me. I think she thinks I'm an idiot. I asked her one day how I was doing, if there was anything she thought I could do better on, and all she gave me was this kind of creepy cheerful "I have some concerns..." but she could specify! I talked to my educator after that just to touch base and see if anyone else had concerns but she pretty much said "you can't please everyone". I feel like this one charge is just scrutinizing me to death. I hate to even ask her things. That's another thing...I feel like I'm asking too many questions or asking really stupid questions. I don't see any other new nurses I work with asking nearly as much as I do. I feel sometimes like I'm still (and PLEASE FORGIVE ME I MEAN NO DISRESPECT) like I'm still in clinic LPN mode. Where I can't do much independently based on assessment without MD approval. Whereas in the hospital- I'm kind of the one who has to do all the interventions first. I feel like I can determine if something isn't right, but then I sort of draw a blank in what to do next. (Not in all cases, I learn each time, unless I have someone telling me different things each time I ask, which has been common so far).
So, ok I wrote a novel. I'm feeling really low, I'm paranoid that I'm going to lose my job, and the kicker is that I wanted this so bad, and I'm trying, and I feel like I'm looking pretty dull. No matter what. I'm trying to be confident, trying to focus on when people give me positive feedback, and trying to take the negative feedback as learning oppertunites, I just don't like looking incompetent to my colleagues.