The director of nursing for our department came strolling through on Monday evening...
She was avoiding eye contact with me.
"Soooo, does anyone happen to know who has call for nurses tomorrow night?"
"Oh, quit pretending. I know it's me." I replied with my typical submissive attitude.
"Well, okay." And she thankfully found humor in my crummy attitude. "I don't know if you will have to stay tomorrow night or not. You may want to bring a bag just in case."
I rolled my eyes and replied, "I know. I was planning on bringing one." And then I stated, quite loudly, "However, I think some of the other staff in this department need to get a little Jesus in their hearts and take call for me! Y'know, since I was here two nights for the last storm."
Crickets chirping...
My favorite nurse replied, "Well, I have my kids this week, so I can't take it."
Another nurse called in first thing Tuesday morning. She sent me a text letting me know, with the statement, "I realize I'm on call for Wednesday, so if they make you stay overnight I will be there by 7am."
Excuse me, but how does one reporting nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea ascertain they will be returning to work at 7am the following day? Hmmmm....
I arrived at work Tuesday morning at 8am.
Turns out that my cry to Jesus was heard! My director called my hero nurse, Tom!!! Tom got a little Jesus in his heart when Janet asked him to take my call for me Tuesday night!
Can I get a hallelujah?
Anyhoo, as it turns out, Tom was allowed to go home. But, the thought was there, and that is what truly counts!
Yeah Tom!!
So, next time you feel downtrodden and oppressed, just look your boss dead in the eye and call on Jesus! ESPECIALLY if you work at a Catholic hospital... Apparently, that whole guilt thing works out well!
2 comments:
Isn't Tom your boyfriend? LOL! :)
I've also heard a lot about guilt and Catholic mothers, so maybe that worked in your favor too. (or is that Jewish mothers??) Anyway, whatever works!
Sneaky!
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