it’s late. just finished reading a couple of friend’s blog. here i am, debating whether i should drop a few lines about a topic that i actually longed to write for ages and yet couldn’t come upon the perfect moment …until now.
so, what brought this on? earlier, a colleague came to me and said”you are my favourite nurse” and that is from someone i have few scruples about. i was dumbfounded. i managed to say ”thank you” ,while trying to re-attached my mandible to my temporo-mandibular joint, as a result of that jaw dropping comment, and moved on.
i do not want to make friends in the workplace---my credendum when it comes to work. it sounds harsh and insensitive of me to say those words but, i do have my reasons and those justifiable grounds generates from years of experience.
i realized, as i rise in stature and has grown a little wiser in the passing of time,to be able to carry out my responsibilities objectively i have to keep a certain distance to people i work with. i am friendly but not necessarily be a friend. to pass down a decision solely depends on unbiased and non-partisan judgement, i need to free myself of any attachment rather than being a colleague.
in the course of my career, owing to being green as grass, there were instances that i had compromised my work etiquette and standard in favor of friendship. working with friends somehow sidetracked me from doing the job i intended to do. the sagacity of my decision were primarily based on what is detrimental to friendship rather than the profit the workplace will reap from it. i turned a blind eye, looked the other way, even swallowed work related virtue i hold dear...so as not to rock the boat,in a manner of speaking. it was liked treading on a very unstable ground, trying hard not to hurt sensitive feelings, attempting not to violate codes of friendship. to put it mildly, i lost track on what is crucial for someone in my position....OBJECTIVITY.
i write it all down to experience...the best teacher of all.
now, i made it crystal clear to everyone that i am not anybody's friend, i am everyone's colleagues as far as work is concern. when i put on my scrub suit i meant business. we can joke, we can laugh, we can play...only after we are done with the work at hand. inside the four walls of operating theatre, i am responsible for my patient's life. there are members of my team accountable to me and someone i am answerable to. within these walls there are rules i want people around me to abide by and run the workplace like a well orchestrated symphony. i cannot please everybody and stopped pleasing anybody at all. i am here to do a job and a job well done it shall be.
i may not be averybody's idea of ms. congeniality but, believed me, when it all boils down to it...even my worst enemy will opt to work with me.
