I leave in a couple of days for home wondering if I have a job to come back to. Always the same thing and same feelings when I go home. Not just me...everyone gets this voodoo hokey icky's. This model employee says to me on his way home..."it was nice knowing you!" And I'm thinking, wth? If he's worried, I should be sweating bullets! Of course he came back, no problem.
I was told that I hadn't made the bad girl list, but I don't know. When you see a boss run for the hills, it gives you cause to wonder...now Wat is it that I gat myself into Lucy? (from, I Love LUCY). I loved that show. I can so relate. Half the time I think I'm Ricky trying to keep numskulls out of trouble and the other half I'm Lucy thinking of another hared-brained plan. But it always works out. Someone once said, Life is what you make it. Let's just say I wouldn't have missed out on Afghanistan for anything. It has been a remarkable experience. Stalked by the Taliban, Missile attacks, Rabid dogs...I would've done without the spiders, but I even found peace with that. I decided that I would think of them as daddy long legs, but uglier. I've met the most remarkable people and seen some of the most breath- taking countryside in the world. If it's over, OK. I am so glad I came on this adventure and another waits around the corner.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
...or not
I'm leaving for home. I had to get a physical right after leaving from 6500 feet to sea level, then a missile attack where we had to sit in the hot bunkers for 2 hours. I then went for my EKG. I didn't fail it, but it looked very different from any that I've ever had before. Usually my blood pressure and pulse are so low that the medical people are looking for the nearest dopamine drip and climbing up on top of me to thump my chest. No romance...it's to speed up my heart. This never happens when I have a "hot" male attendant. Usually it's someone from the Geritol crowd with bad breath. So, that I'm heartless "B" must be a true statement...or not.
I can say that in days gone past it was true. I remember when I once made my boss shake. He was from that day forward forever to be known as Chihuahua boy. Now that I'm know as the nice girl, I do feel bad about that and will be spending the remainder of my days making up for my bad behavior...or not.
I can make it up by being the nicest person that I can be. I have totally alienated the higher ups by my advocacy for my patients. They all want you to be nice to the client, but not mouthy to the boss (I'm still working on that one). Absolutely advocate for the patient unless it goes against their will. Let me clue you in to a secret not publicly known. Nice people do not get sued. I don't know if the big boss knows this cause he is one of the nicest people that I have ever met...but they don't. There was a study that I read 10 years ago and passed around at the Tree Hospital that I worked at that showed smarts had no value with the perspective of how patients rated you (or you sue-ability rating- my term). What mattered the most was their bedside manner. So think about that while you sit in the doctor office hour after hour until they get around to you. And check out that Harvard degree and notice that it never says if they graduated first or last, or if they were the party boy or sulked around and wore girls pantie's on their faces or dumb as a button or top of the class. They could be truly competent... or not.
Think about that in everyone you see. I chose nice, ( not only because I have genius jeans..haha I know it's genes. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.) But also I see no value in being mean and degrading others. It's parochial and just another way for small egos & brains to tower over others... or not. I give them a laugh and you can too!
I can say that in days gone past it was true. I remember when I once made my boss shake. He was from that day forward forever to be known as Chihuahua boy. Now that I'm know as the nice girl, I do feel bad about that and will be spending the remainder of my days making up for my bad behavior...or not.
I can make it up by being the nicest person that I can be. I have totally alienated the higher ups by my advocacy for my patients. They all want you to be nice to the client, but not mouthy to the boss (I'm still working on that one). Absolutely advocate for the patient unless it goes against their will. Let me clue you in to a secret not publicly known. Nice people do not get sued. I don't know if the big boss knows this cause he is one of the nicest people that I have ever met...but they don't. There was a study that I read 10 years ago and passed around at the Tree Hospital that I worked at that showed smarts had no value with the perspective of how patients rated you (or you sue-ability rating- my term). What mattered the most was their bedside manner. So think about that while you sit in the doctor office hour after hour until they get around to you. And check out that Harvard degree and notice that it never says if they graduated first or last, or if they were the party boy or sulked around and wore girls pantie's on their faces or dumb as a button or top of the class. They could be truly competent... or not.
Think about that in everyone you see. I chose nice, ( not only because I have genius jeans..haha I know it's genes. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.) But also I see no value in being mean and degrading others. It's parochial and just another way for small egos & brains to tower over others... or not. I give them a laugh and you can too!
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