Wellll, back in the early nineties I was still working in nursing homes.
Having left the first one for better pay, and the second one due to fuckery over benefits, I applied to a couple more.
One of them hired me on the spot, as soon as I handed in the application. Not as weird as it looks in that industry. A young, muscular man with experience? You didn’t have to wait long at any facility.
So, they scheduled me orientation for the next day. Orientation was one part paperwork, one part a facility tour coupled with introductions.
The tour part was… bad. Patients in the halls with feces on them being ignored by staff that was most definitely assigned to that hall. The smells were horrid. That’s a bigger sign of trouble than you’d think. Most nursing homes, they do everything possible to control odors. But you could smell urine as soon as you reached the residential sections. Poop, that’s not as big a deal because it spreads and lingers more. But urine? You don’t smell urine until after it’s been sitting, unless there’s something going on.
It was a nightmare.
So, still not rage quitting because if things are that bad, they must be super short staffed. Like, that’s the only thing I could figure. No way could that be the normal. It all made me doubt I wanted to work there, because how bad could the place be to have that many vacancies in their staff? Couldn’t be a good thing at all. But, it’s about the patients, so maybe effect change from the inside; I’d done it before.
Welllll, I finally said to the HR person to slow down, and stopped to help a patient that was sliding out of their shower chair.
And I caught a bigger blast of shit than any that was on the floor. For daring to slow them down and waste their time in this stench.
Now, I was still a young man, not even 21 yet. But I had just quit one job because of fuckery, and I had other non-healthcare work available, so while I was more polite about it than I would become later in life, that shit did not fly.
I got that patient sat up and secured, then told the HR person that I didn’t think this place was right for me and walked the fuck out. I was cussing the whole way out, which is what makes it a rage quit rather than a regular quit.
Which, I wish that chain of facilities wasn’t so regional that it would pin my location too close, because I would name and shame them. Over the years, every single facility in that chain had some kind of major shit happen, often dozens of times, enough to make the news. Just absolutely fucking inhuman patient conditions. And the truth is that every chain cuts corners and sacrifices patient care for profit.
You can usually find charitable homes that treat patients well because as long as they get donations, they don’t have to worry about cutting corners, only what services they provide beyond the basics. They’ll cut corners on supplies too, as well as pay, but you can usually rely on the patient care being at least standard if not great.
State or county level homes are similar, they cut corners in places other than patient care. Which still indirectly effects patient care, but at least it’s indirect
Wellll, back in the early nineties I was still working in nursing homes.
Having left the first one for better pay, and the second one due to fuckery over benefits, I applied to a couple more.
One of them hired me on the spot, as soon as I handed in the application. Not as weird as it looks in that industry. A young, muscular man with experience? You didn’t have to wait long at any facility.
So, they scheduled me orientation for the next day. Orientation was one part paperwork, one part a facility tour coupled with introductions.
The tour part was… bad. Patients in the halls with feces on them being ignored by staff that was most definitely assigned to that hall. The smells were horrid. That’s a bigger sign of trouble than you’d think. Most nursing homes, they do everything possible to control odors. But you could smell urine as soon as you reached the residential sections. Poop, that’s not as big a deal because it spreads and lingers more. But urine? You don’t smell urine until after it’s been sitting, unless there’s something going on.
It was a nightmare.
So, still not rage quitting because if things are that bad, they must be super short staffed. Like, that’s the only thing I could figure. No way could that be the normal. It all made me doubt I wanted to work there, because how bad could the place be to have that many vacancies in their staff? Couldn’t be a good thing at all. But, it’s about the patients, so maybe effect change from the inside; I’d done it before.
Welllll, I finally said to the HR person to slow down, and stopped to help a patient that was sliding out of their shower chair.
And I caught a bigger blast of shit than any that was on the floor. For daring to slow them down and waste their time in this stench.
Now, I was still a young man, not even 21 yet. But I had just quit one job because of fuckery, and I had other non-healthcare work available, so while I was more polite about it than I would become later in life, that shit did not fly.
I got that patient sat up and secured, then told the HR person that I didn’t think this place was right for me and walked the fuck out. I was cussing the whole way out, which is what makes it a rage quit rather than a regular quit.
Which, I wish that chain of facilities wasn’t so regional that it would pin my location too close, because I would name and shame them. Over the years, every single facility in that chain had some kind of major shit happen, often dozens of times, enough to make the news. Just absolutely fucking inhuman patient conditions. And the truth is that every chain cuts corners and sacrifices patient care for profit.
You can usually find charitable homes that treat patients well because as long as they get donations, they don’t have to worry about cutting corners, only what services they provide beyond the basics. They’ll cut corners on supplies too, as well as pay, but you can usually rely on the patient care being at least standard if not great.
State or county level homes are similar, they cut corners in places other than patient care. Which still indirectly effects patient care, but at least it’s indirect