Dear Diary,
For the last time, the management of my care service has managed to disappoint me across the board. Once again I have been taken for a ride.
Yes, crass choice of words for a crassly shitty situation.
One drama follows the next. After the last scandal, the management told me all about what they were planning in terms of the full-time positions to be filled. Which guys and girls would finally help us to create a permanent team here. But obviously my cognitive abilities are paralysed every time, as if on cue. Because what I've always been really good at in around 30 years of work - listening, understanding and subconsciously memorising the exact wording of all the relevant sentences of my conversation partner - no longer works at all as soon as I talk to the management (GF). My brain seems to be having a party and comes up with lots of things that I think I've heard days later. Too blatant, no kidding. It's completely atypical for ALS and, as far as I know, has never been documented. Wink smiley.
The fund would have to pay for at least 5.3 full-time positions, according to my estimated head calculation. Really well-paid full-time positions. But really well paid. Nobody tells you the exact figures. But I can say one thing for sure. When I was in my early 20s, I didn't even have half of that on my pay slip. But we only have three full-time positions at the moment. So we are 2.5 short. There is no question that these vacancies will be filled so that a routine can finally be established and a certain standard of care can be maintained. On this point, I have great hope from a recent telephone conversation with the manager. Yes, now all of a sudden she has several good people coming in for induction. The first one will come tonight and into the night, for as long as it takes.
Hm... that doesn't correspond to what we discussed in terms of familiarisation. We agreed on at least one full day shift and one full night shift, accompanied by an experienced carer. Well, at least it's nice that we've filled the three positions. Once we have a full team and not everyone has to put in around 200 hours a month - plus overtime, of course - then we'll manage the rest somehow.
A new carer who has worked for my care service before. Back on the job because of child and children. And in my team from now on. Someone with experience. That's good. We could use someone like that.
The training was short and painless. The mask change worked and that's all we're really interested in. Well, we are interested, of course. But if there is no time for that, you have to concentrate on the essential things. Little things, like ventilation and so on.
As for this new nurse, the disillusionment comes with the new duty roster. Three duties. In future, probably two on a regular basis. So we are far from covering the 2.5 full-time positions.
Maybe at the next nurse's induction. That makes a solid impression here. Competent, qualified, gets along with me and has the capacity to really help us out here. He's going to take over some of the services that need to be filled in the next few days. That was a last-minute rescue.
But here, too, euphoria is followed by immediate disappointment when I see the new roster. History repeating. Full-time? Part-time? No? Mini-job perhaps? Not either? Then I don't know either. Really, I don't know what this shit is about. This new top nurse is working on another patient after all. My scheduled services: Zero.
One more. But now. The best for the end.
Very fresh carer. Will be hired separately. Now we're talking. The previous variant of covering almost half of my services by pulling people from other teams and then sending those who were planned here to these other teams for other patients is, if I may say so, bullshit. Just like scheduling people with 200 hours. On the edge.
All right then, let's go, familiarisation, put your foot down.
You won't believe how this develops. To be continued. First thing tomorrow morning...
