Disappointment with a Director of Nursing…

My wife works at a nursing home as a GNAS, and she has quickly made some friends in the nursing field.

I went out with my wife and her LPN friend the other night for a night on the town, a few beers, and hopefully a little fun.  The night started out okay with a few introductions and the decision to move from the local block party to a local restaurant/lounge.

From there on, it quickly went downhill. At first, I was almost discouraged by the Director and my wife’s LPN friend about even entering the nursing field at all. It was an ”unfulfilling” career, and you don’t really make any difference at all, etc. It really bothered me that these people were in the nursing field at all, because, in my opinion, nurses with a positive attitude have made all the difference when anyone in my family has been ill.

The Director was drunk, and when the girls left, he was still there babbling nearly incoherently about how I shouldn’t let me wife tell me to order food, and than a man needs to keep his budget tight, and other absurd “marital” advice… I guess. In response to his extremely intelligent, “Why you let her make you order food,” I replied “Um, <name>, she was hungry.” He was even offended I offered to pick up the tab on the food and drinks. I swear, he had to be one of the most irritating individuals I’ve ever met.

It got even worse than having drinks with two extremely negative individuals. The Director got so drunk he attempted to kiss my wife, and when she got up to tell me, he left our table and went to another area of the restaurant. As visions of a delivering him a spectacular ass-kicking ran through my head after about ten minutes of venting I decided that it wasn’t worth it to lose my future career and my wife’s job. I decided after a few minutes I would go get him and get him loaded up in the car because he was so extremely drunk he was falling, acting stupid, and just being a pest in general. I felt that if I left him there, something would have definitely happened to him. So for my conscience and my wife’s job stability, I decided to be the bigger man and go him.

Where was he? His 50-year old ass is dancing in the middle of a crowded night club, grabbing 20-something girls and acting completely stupid. After I got him loaded in the car, he hopped out to continue having a good time after saying that he didn’t try to kiss and wife and that everyone needed to shut up. Well, you can’t say I didn’t try to get you home safely.

What a disappointment… is this the kind of colleagues I am going to have the privelege of working with? I was really looking forward to this; I was eager to pick a DON’s brain about certain degree programs, universities, specializations, etc. Instead, I got a bunch of incoherent babbling, an attempt to get fresh with my wife, and told to “shut up”. I did, however, get a few good things out of last night. The first good thing is that nursing school can’t be that difficult if a moron like this can get through. The other thing I learned is that I definitely think I can contribute to the nursing field because if idiots like this are in it, then as far as I’m concerned, they need me.