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Breaking Point
Oct. 12th, 2011 10:18 pmThere has to be a limit to incompetence.
I can't work when things get blown out of proportion. When even the nurses can't bloody keep up with the pace. I know I work slow but at least I get the job done AND I'm willing to at least cover for other people's misses.
Bloody hell. Why is it that I'm always covering for people but when things get screwed up I get roped in along for the fall?
I'm reaching my breaking point.
Honestly though, with all the hurdles that they're putting, I'm surprised they're not labeling us house officers as mere secretaries. I mean, what's the use of having the MBBS qualification but I can't even prescribe proper drugs during clinic? Which begs the question - why bother having us house officers during clinic when we're better off in the wards doing ward work, tracing those blood and culture results, writing down long discharge summaries...and preparing census reports that in the end benefit others more than ourselves?
Screw bureaucracy.
...Is it evil of me if I'm waiting for things to really get screwed for them to realize what kind of moronic system they have?
But spare me from their downfall, please. I'm too awesome - not much, but still awesome enough - for all this crap they're giving me.
...Excuse the foul language, but believe me when I say that the words that run through my head are more colourful than you could ever imagine.
(I fear that I'm starting to forget what happiness feels like. One thing for sure - even during my convocation I felt numb, apathetic.)
I can't work when things get blown out of proportion. When even the nurses can't bloody keep up with the pace. I know I work slow but at least I get the job done AND I'm willing to at least cover for other people's misses.
Bloody hell. Why is it that I'm always covering for people but when things get screwed up I get roped in along for the fall?
I'm reaching my breaking point.
Honestly though, with all the hurdles that they're putting, I'm surprised they're not labeling us house officers as mere secretaries. I mean, what's the use of having the MBBS qualification but I can't even prescribe proper drugs during clinic? Which begs the question - why bother having us house officers during clinic when we're better off in the wards doing ward work, tracing those blood and culture results, writing down long discharge summaries...and preparing census reports that in the end benefit others more than ourselves?
Screw bureaucracy.
...Is it evil of me if I'm waiting for things to really get screwed for them to realize what kind of moronic system they have?
But spare me from their downfall, please. I'm too awesome - not much, but still awesome enough - for all this crap they're giving me.
...Excuse the foul language, but believe me when I say that the words that run through my head are more colourful than you could ever imagine.
(I fear that I'm starting to forget what happiness feels like. One thing for sure - even during my convocation I felt numb, apathetic.)
