Damn. I got called in tonight about 10:30p to work on a label printer in our E.R. The nurse who called it in was pretty obstinate about trying to troubleshoot it over the phone and tells me how they need this printer and it is a matter of good patient care. Grumbling the whole time, I get dressed and drive to the hospital, but I understand. If I were a patient there I wouldn’t want them mistaking my urine sample for some crack whore’s.

So I run all the simple tests to eliminate the stupid factor then go to the closet where the thing is connected to find that some jacknut didn’t screw the connector on properly. The connector fell off the server. Anyway, the main rant here is about the Obstinate Nurse. I went back to have her test the printer and she is clocking out. I ask if she can print a test to the label printer, which would normally take all of 2 minutes for a retarded chimpanzee with no thumbs, and she says, “I’m off the clock” then walks out of the hospital.

Matter of good patient care my ass. She was just pissed she had to work Friday night of a long weekend. Thanks for getting my weekend off to a great start, Nurse Nightingale.