Devil in a Red Dress

I didn't care that the registry nurse was wearing a red dress with burgundy pants, feminine, silly jewelry, heavy perfume or bows on his shoes. I did care that he was a jerk. I'm easy going and generally get along with everybody. Within 10 minutes of the start of the shift, we got into a fight.

I assigned him a discharge. After looking at the chart, he said that the doctor didn't completely fill out one of the forms. Thinking that he was asking me what to do, I said that he could either finish filling out the form or call the doctor and ask him to do it. In a loud obstinate voice, he said, "I won't do it." Thinking that he didn't want my help, I said that I wasn't telling him what to do and that he could just handle it himself. His response was to yell, "I won't do it." I asked what he meant by that and he just yelled again, "I won't do it."

The day shift nurse cursed, grabbed the chart, filled out the form and discharged the patient herself. For the rest of the evening, whenever he figured that I was within earshot, he would say, "I'm never working here again. All I needed was guidance." I ignored him, but he doesn't have to worry about working here ever again. He won't be asked. Trust me.