TennNurse

I have been with Liquid Agents only for a couple of months. I moved there after trying out a couple of different ones, and I have found Neal to be the most professional, go-the-extra-mile recruiter I have ever come in contact with. His agency was able to get me to a specific location that I wanted, for a time length that I wanted, so when I called them, Neal was who I got, and I have been very pleased with him.

Neal Roberts at Liquid Agents is just the most amazing recruiter in this universe. You know the 15+page application most agencies want you till fill out online? Every job, immunization, supervisor that you have had since you were 12? Neal does all this on the phone. 20 minutes of your time as opposed to several hours, and he will break his little neck trying to find what will best suit you, the nurse, not the money guys or the hospitals. Neal totally stands behind his nurses, keeps frequent contact, makes sure you have all your stuff when you need it, and will negotiate with the hospitals on your behalf the very minute he learns it is needed. (I'm not kidding- I've been on the phone with him when he's done this) Just the sweetest man in the whole history of the world, living or dead, to work with. If you want to travel, you should call him immediately before the rest of the world finds out about him and you are stuck with a poor imitation. I found him relatively early and am most thankful. I'll be glad to offer anyone a referral, as long as I get to keep him. I am Christen Reynolds from Tennessee, so tell him I sent you and everyone will be happy.

It means "Do Not Return".

THANK YOU!!! This is the one thing I can never figure out. HOW do some people have so much time on their hands that they can observe every nuance of another employee's behavior? WHY do managers not ask that question when the tattler first approaches them? Several years ago, in another state, another marriage, and another life, I worked in an environment like this. One day I had diarrhea all day long during my shift. I was in the bathroom at least once an hour for 11 hours. Our unit secretary, who had a really busy job, listed the time and duration of my every bathroom trip and took it to the manager. I asked him, "Did you ask her how she managed to get her own job done when she was so busy recording my intestinal happenings?" He looked totally surprised and said, "No." If I was a manager, that would be my first question. Well, right after asking if the tattler had approaced the tattlee.

:rotfl::roll:roll:roll Am getting weird looks from co-workers laughing at this....

I'm with DeepFried on the Outlander series. The heroine is a smarta$$ WW2 nurse who later goes to medical school, so in addition to the historical drama and the very fine Scotsman Jamie, there is plenty of truly addicting entertainment here. I've read them all, twice!

Penguin and Cardiac, thanks! I will get started looking into these. Turns out Memphis has a really good rape crisis center. Not sure exactly what this says about our fair city.....

Hey, y'all, I have been out of the allnurses loop for awhile, actually out of nursing at all for a very brief time, for a fabulous reason- I have the most gorgeous little baby girl! As much as I want to stay home with her forever, at some point I need to get back to work unless I plan to breastfeed her indefinitely and educate her in the barn alongside the horses. This may not be in her best interest. I have always had a keen interest in SANE. I'm planning to be off for another couple of months, so I thought I'd pick y'all's brains to see how and where I can get into a SANE program. ER nursing has shown me several tantalizing glimpses of this, and I think this might be the time to pursue it. Any information at all on the programs, job prospects, any other aspects I do not know enough to ask about, please come forth with your comments, experience, and opinions! Thanks a million, Christen, Brand-new mom of Gracie, The Cutest Baby In The World!

Congrats! I am 31 weeks pregnant today, and in an ER with 50 or so beds as well. Once you get to where you start really showing, you will be pleasantly surprised by how little you are allowed by your co-workers and family to do. My patients have been extremely nice, much more patient than usual, and the rest of the staff is great about lifting help. That being said, 2 other nurses in our ER (who are now safely delivered) were put on bed rest at about 30 weeks-- that never-ending pace was causing lots of contractions. I've had the same, to the point where I missed work one night to go to L&D for fluids and terbutaline (sp?). My doc took me off 12-hour shifts and put me on 8s, and it has made a big difference. Would this be possible for you? Also, I find that if I make a point of sitting down for 15 minutes with my feet up every 4 hours, it keeps the Braxton Hicks to a minimum, both in terms of quantity and discomfort. I'm glad the GI job is there for backup, but you may very well be able to work something out with the ER. They are medical people, after all, and understand that pregnancy is a self-limiting condition and not permanent. No one has ever accused our management of being flexible, but even they were able to see the wisdom in working with me as opposed to having me taken off work altogether. Good luck, and drink lots and lots and LOTS of water. It really does help, and no one begrudges a pregnant woman her bathroom time. :1luvu:

When you come to the ER, you do not get to handpick the MD who will see you. If you are sick enough to be here, you will not care who makes it go away. If not, then there is a real handy system in place by which you can select a specific doctor, call ahead and schedule a time to be reserved just for you, and when you get there you will have that person's undivided attention. All of your previous problems, complaints, allergies, medicines, and procedures will be handily awaiting your arrival in a personalized little file with your actual name right on it. This remarkable entity is known as a Primary Care Physician. Find one of your very own today.

Also, do not ride in the ambulance past 3 other hospitals to come clutter up my night with your diarrhea woes, which started about 6 hours after you took 2 LAXATIVES!!!!!! When your discharge papers arrive, complete with "Discontinue laxatives" written on them, do not gripe at me that you should be admitted or at the very least treated to an ambulance ride back home because it is 0200 and you don't want to disturb your family and friends.

We're getting a lot of Le-a's as well. I am amazed by how upset these moms get when the correct pronunciation of the name does not immediately fly off the tongue. My day began with "Last night I took a bunch of Ex-Lax and gave myself an enema." "So what brings you in today?" "I have diarrhea."

A facility I worked at once actually took the time to dig around for the exact monetary cost of omissions, like if you remembered to chart on paper an IV fluid end time but not on the computer. Then some superhuman flawless-type nine-to-five office-dweller who never darkens the door of the ER except coming and going for cigarette breaks, and hour-long lunches, would type up a nice little spreadsheet thing, and hang it on the back of the break room door, with first and last names of offending nurses AND exact dollar amount of their screw-ups. I thought that was pretty tacky. Of course by that time weeks, or even months, had passed, and all you knew is that the entire ER knows you cost everyone else $596.42, and you have no recollection of what you did or did not do. Or if you made a single huge screw-up or six hundred-dollar ones. Management's pets were never, ever on the list.

God, I LOVE this! A sigh, slight dip of the head, then a gentle, "We were waiting for the right time to tell you... Oh, he hasn't told you???" It's late. Folks in my family tend to get a little wired at night. But still, richly deserved.

My last job, I worked 11a-11p, 12 of the most hectic hours in the ER. Frequently I'd get home near midnight, get to bed around 200a, and start dreaming that I still had my patients, but since I was home in bed, I had no way of obtaining lab results, or MD orders, and panicking about how i was supposed to take care of them from home. I'd wake up fully in the kitchen, phone in hand, about to call the ER to ask if so-and-so's results have come back, and can I medicate for this or that. My husband (who gets up at insane hours like 430a) will frequently reheat his coffee in the microwave, and more than once, after hearing that monotonous tone, I've stumbled into the den from bed and asked which bed was alarming. Then I'd freak out because I couldn't find the monitor and see where I needed to go. He eventually grew used to this and would wake me up and gently remind me that I was home, other people were at the hospital taking care of these people, and I could go back to bed. Since I switched back to agency ER, I have dreamed about work very little. But for those 3 years that I spent 40+ hours a week between the hours of 11 and 11, I dreamed about work almost every night, or at least a non-work scenario that was populated by fellow employees.