***~Disclaimer~***
This post will not be my usual positive outlook on life. There will be no happiness, no gushing, no joy. Only ranting. So, if you're having a really great day, stop reading here, bookmark this page, and come back at a later time. For those of you who are willing to put up with my rant, I thank you. Here goes:
I AM NOT AN IDIOT!!!! You know how I know this? Because I have a stinking 3.85 GPA, after starting college FOURTEEN YEARS after I graduated high school. I'm smart, I'm competent, and I'm capable. With that being said, I also know that I don't know EVERYTHING. And this is why I ask my teachers for help. I ask questions. I ask A LOT of questions, because it helps me to sort information and then put that information together in a way that makes sense to me. Just ask my classmates. I ASK A LOT OF QUESTIONS.
Let me set the stage for you: This morning, I was chosen to be the anesthetist for a routine ovariohysterectomy (that's a spay, for you lay-people). I've never been the anesthetist before, and I wasn't quite sure in which order things should be done, or how to hook up the many many hoses to the very confusing anesthesia machine. So I asked for help. Apparently, that was a mistake, because the answer I got from the teacher's aid went like this:
"Are you kidding me? You've seen this before! It was on your test!" ~No, it wasn't, but whatever. "You should already know this! I'm NOT giving you the answer!"
Which I interpreted to mean, "I refuse to help or teach you, because you're already supposed to know this."
Now, let me counter all this bull-ogna with my own observations:
Dear Know-it-all, Always Right RVT,
1. "Supposed to" is a subjective term, based on your opinion that I'm already educated enough to do this job on my own, so why are you here? Oh yeah... To TEACH ME!
2. When I ask for help, I'm not playing dumb. I come to you for help because YOU ARE "SUPPOSED TO" be my teacher... there's that subjective term again! My opinion has since been revised, as far as your abilities to teach me!
3. No, it wasn't on my test, but you're going to believe whatever you want, because you went to a bigger better school, and learned more, better, blah-blah-blah. Lady, I do not care where you learned to be an RVT, because now you're teaching at (name of institution), and it ain't the same.
4. Seeing something once before, 8 weeks ago, during a whirlwind demonstration where the machine DIDN'T EVEN WORK PROPERLY AT THE TIME isn't the same as doing it the first time, 8 weeks later, all by myself. Just so ya know. And just because I saw it once, doesn't mean I remember it. I'm not stupid, I'm human.
5. You're not giving me the answer? So you're refusing to teach me? You're really refusing to do your job, based on what you think you know about my education? Really? SERIOUSLY???
***Insert LOUD scream of frustration here***
Today's instance was just one of many. I am not alone in having this type of adventure with this particular person. Two weeks ago, she blew the IV catheter that I had successfully placed by jerking the animal's leg out of my hand to show me the way she learned to place catheters. I was doing it the way I was taught, but it wasn't good enough. So the IV catheter had to be replaced, causing a large ugly hematoma (bruise) on the dog's leg, for which I got chewed out. Today, she jerked an entire bottle of pre-anesthesia medication out of my hand while the syringe was still in it, because she wasn't happy with the way I was doing it.
When I started this program, I was told it would cost about $12,000. That's not bad, really. What they didn't tell me it would cost me? My self-esteem, self-respect, self-confidence, blood, sweat, and many tears.
I still have 2 years left. I think this calls for another scream of frustration.
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