Kiss my ass, screw you, all bets are off!!

After a night of taking care to make sure that my work was done, so I wasn't leaving anything for another shift to pick up it still isn't good enough.  I tape my report and pass on all the information from the 3-11 shift as it has been relayed to me.  If I didn't understand something they told me I took the time to look it up in the patient's chart or to actually go and see the patient themself. 

Why is it that I have to have someone quiz me about the type of bed a man now has?  God Golly Miss Molly, instead of sitting there on your fat ass in the report room, get up and GO LOOK!!  To me, it really didn't matter.  I kept him from falling out of it, made sure that he was medicated as ordered, kept safe and got dressing changes also.  I said I didn't know the type of bed.  So then she says to herself in a snotty tone as she writes this down on her paper.  "we don't know what kind of bed he has..."  I really dislike the woman.  If she has to extend herself a bit more than need be she gets in a fluster.  I find it difficult to believe that she was once an ER nurse.

I had the entire unit to take care of.  Meds, Treatments, charting and any unexpected incidents that may come my way.  And she's having a shit fit because I don't know what type of bed he's in.  Eat shit and bark at the moon lady.  I've got bigger fish to fry...

Have a nice day y'all!