Arghh with fuck sauce
Jan. 31st, 2015 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydyLast night, at work, I was in charge of the new guy, who's in training. I decided that it was time for him to try to manage two patients by himself. While I was aiding and abetting, I essentially didn't have any patients of my own, just overseeing his work. So when the morning rolled around, and patients were getting out of bed and stuff, I tootled around doing scut work. I felt a little guilty for having not worked all night, although that isn't really true. Silly guilt. So, I made all the beds, helped with cleaning wires, and you know, simple scut work so that we could get the hell out of there.
The last patient to leave had gone out to his car, started it, and had come back to his room to watch television (Fox News, natch) while it warmed up. He was an elderly white man, in his seventies. I came in and said, "Do you mind if I make your bed?"
"I haven't checked out, yet," he said, in a somewhat joking tone of voice.
"This isn't a hotel," I responded in what I thought was a cheerful tone in keeping with his. I started stripping the bed.
"Are you doing this because you're a woman?"
"Oh, no. I'm just helping out. I was training someone last night."
"Training? You?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Tim."
"Poor guy."
At which point, I found my temper and held onto it with both hands and a couple of toes. "Why do you say that?" I asked, in a voice not nearly as pointed as I wanted it to be.
He didn't answer. Which, you know, wasn't necessary, because we both know what he'd just said. He didn't like women in power over men, and I'd challenged him, and he wasn't going to back down but he wasn't going to acknowledge that he was being a prick, either.
"So you gave me the newbie, huh?"
"Oh, no. You had Todd. I was training Tim."
"Why were you training him?"
"Because he's new. He's not even registered, yet."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"About four and a half years."
"That's not very long."
I'd finished stripping the bed. I left. When I got back with the clean sheets, he'd left.
Predictably, when I complained to Todd and Tim, they didn't see that it was that big a deal. After all, he was such an old guy. I said, "My grandfather, who would be considerably older than him if he were alive, never treated any woman that way." No one argued further with me. But you know, I kinda feel like all the boys are in a conspiracy against me, just at the moment.
The last patient to leave had gone out to his car, started it, and had come back to his room to watch television (Fox News, natch) while it warmed up. He was an elderly white man, in his seventies. I came in and said, "Do you mind if I make your bed?"
"I haven't checked out, yet," he said, in a somewhat joking tone of voice.
"This isn't a hotel," I responded in what I thought was a cheerful tone in keeping with his. I started stripping the bed.
"Are you doing this because you're a woman?"
"Oh, no. I'm just helping out. I was training someone last night."
"Training? You?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Tim."
"Poor guy."
At which point, I found my temper and held onto it with both hands and a couple of toes. "Why do you say that?" I asked, in a voice not nearly as pointed as I wanted it to be.
He didn't answer. Which, you know, wasn't necessary, because we both know what he'd just said. He didn't like women in power over men, and I'd challenged him, and he wasn't going to back down but he wasn't going to acknowledge that he was being a prick, either.
"So you gave me the newbie, huh?"
"Oh, no. You had Todd. I was training Tim."
"Why were you training him?"
"Because he's new. He's not even registered, yet."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"About four and a half years."
"That's not very long."
I'd finished stripping the bed. I left. When I got back with the clean sheets, he'd left.
Predictably, when I complained to Todd and Tim, they didn't see that it was that big a deal. After all, he was such an old guy. I said, "My grandfather, who would be considerably older than him if he were alive, never treated any woman that way." No one argued further with me. But you know, I kinda feel like all the boys are in a conspiracy against me, just at the moment.
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Date: 2015-01-31 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-31 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-31 10:40 pm (UTC)Todd and Tim could use some training outside of your specialty ...
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Date: 2015-01-31 10:47 pm (UTC)some old men are assholes
it seems their belief of entitlement
just is bone deep.
its good that you trained in a guy
so he can give the rats
what they believe they should get.
dad's aneurysm ripped away
all the 'nice' training from the past 50 years.
he was left with the core of a angry toddler.
My dad's time in the rehab center
he had a hard time dealing with not being able to
stand with out assistance and they only had women aides
he told me of a dream
he was having a little girl potty training him
it was embarrassing and did not help his anger issues
the aides he saw as children
it took a month to get the meds
from the surgery and interventions
out of his system
that made him incontinent.
they did not help his memory issues
which were crap because the frontal lobe was creamed
with the rest of his brain.
he was nice/courteous to the aides
family does not have the same 'shield of strangers'
but i saw the real nasty him
so sorry you got the onslaught from his generation
sad to see those guys are still carrying the torch of being maucho.
you can't undo the mindset of cranky entitled men.
i know its not gonna help you feel better
but you are great at your job
and let those guys get the remnants of the generation.
Your grandpa was a gentleman.
maybe your fellow workers will learn to be gentle men too.
leaving the bed empty with out sheets
was a great way of telling him nonverbally he wasn't welcome.
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Date: 2015-02-01 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-02 04:26 pm (UTC)was a great way of telling him nonverbally he wasn't welcome."
Damn, I didn't catch that. Subtle. I bet you did't consciously intend that.
WOW great temper control on your part.