Anyway. It's not fucking rocket science. We page ambulances overhead when they go to rooms, the trackers clearly show who needs treatments and meds now that we do computer charting, and the lab label machine prints out big red stickers for the patient that need LABS drawn. So when I have nothing to do, I look for this stuff, and I go do it, because it's my job, and that's what I'm being paid to do, as opposed to sitting at the computer paying my phone bill. I'm the float nurse. You know, float around and do shit. Find stuff to do.
So the other day I'm getting the standard ER ass kicking- ambulances waiting outside my room as the patient I just discharged walks out and housekeeping wipes the stretcher off type of day. I've been doing this long enough that I can do it all myself. It's just a lot of work. We have two, count 'em, two nurses floating. What are they doing? Shopping online for a friend's baby shower. Obviously.
Whatever. Again, I've got my head above water. I'd just really like to chart and pee and eat a snack, but oh well. That's the way the ER goes. Finally, at one point, I have to flatten myself out a like a roach to get past one of them who is obliviously standing in front of the med area talking about cruise ship food with my charge nurse who is also sitting on her ass when she notices the pile of shit I'm balancing on top of the EKG machine. Ten minutes later when I sit down to chart, the mentalist over here uses her astute powers of observation and makes a comment that I looked busy and if I needed something I could have asked for her help. Really?
Nope. I just gotta sit down and chart all the shit I've been doing for the past 2 hours, it's whatevs. Then she wants to know why I didn't ask her for help. I tell her what I genuinely believe. Really. If an ambulance is coming into my room, I honestly don't have time to figure out where you are and ask you to come help me. Because I have an ambulance. By the time I find you and wait for you to finish your conversation about which airline is your favorite to ask for your assistance, I might as well have just done all the shit myself. So that's what I do. You have ears. If you hear "ambulance to room 2" being announced overhead and you don't have the sense to go in there to help when your entire job tonight is to help, then you probably aren't much good to me anyway. But thanks. I said it in a much less harsh manner than this, yet she and the charge were both looking at me like I'd sprouted a second head.
So what is your stance on this, internets? Am I being butthurt and expecting my coworkers to be all powerful mind readers? Or is a little initiative too much to ask? I really don't know anymore.