It seems that all I’ve done with week has been talking through my disappointment with the call only tech on Wednesday and Friday.
I mean, a lot.
A lot.
Of course I teared up. I was so intensely frustrated.
It all started when the ANM noticed that we were going to have three rooms running past 1700 and only two techs.
I reminded them, gently, not nearly at the top of my lungs, that this was an unintended consequence of only having the call techs cover the Wednesday and Friday from 1900-2300.
That they were leaving evening understaffed, on purpose, twice a week.
And I also mentioned that I was a wee bit upset at doing all the work myself.
Which is what I was told.
That the techs would only come in if there was a case.
I was told by them this was the case.
I had printed out my blog post from that day, the one I was so incensed about, sat the ANM down and made them read it. Because when I am upset words are sometimes hard.
“Oh, no, no, no”, they backtracked, fast. “If you need them, call them in.”
I reminded them this was not the story I got when they informed me about this weeks ago.
And so I had been doing all the evening work myself.
And seething with resentment.
I also pointed out that this whole construct that they made was helping with productivity.
Because 12 hours a week was not being staffed.
“Oh, no, no, no,” they insisted. “That is not the case.”
Forgive me if I don’t believe you.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 