I thought working in OR would be an easy way out for my problem at work. What am I going to miss if I don't work at the bedside anymore? Not able to tie down a totally confused, little old lady on the bed where she struggles to get up and get out? Or not able to clean up the 5th episodes of massive diarrhea for that shift? Or the constant phone calls from the same family asking me the same question, "how's my dad/ grand dad/ uncle/ brother/ doing?"

HELL NO. I am NOT going to miss any of those "close relationships with patients and family" if its not going to be changed any time soon. To be truthful, this exact "close relationship" DRIVES ME NUTS most of the time.

OR (operating room) is the only place I can think of that does not require bedside patient care. Patients are here for a reason -- to have a surgery. You will have a 5 minutes check-up time to talk with them prior to the surgery before they are knocked out. They are here to do what they need to do, which surgeons can take care of most work. When they are done, they leave the operating room and go to post-op unit for recovery. Whats the hustle and bustle? Its all boarded the beginning of the day. Plus, you will have another OR nurse to replace you to have a break for lunch. HELL, YEAH!

I sure look forward to working there. But I did not expect what I had encountered that day in OR. This Dr. P is insane in nature.

My 2nd surgery that day on my observation day was Dr. P, a neuro surgeon. An old guy in his 60's. He came to the room while we were prepping the room and the patient for surgery. He looked at me starring for a second or 2 and asking, "So you think you can be a good OR nurse huh?" EXCUSE ME? I do not think we are properly introduced yet. However, if you think you can be a good neuro surgeon, why can't I think I can be a good OR nurse?

"I'll try my best, Dr. P." I answered. Arrogant prick!

I have heard about lots of attitudes going on in OR. I guess "having an attitudes" is just an understatement.

In the middle of the surgery, Dr. P started to yell out, "Why is the room so hot? Its acceptable if we are in the jungle, but we are not, are we?....." "I have called the maintenance room earlier...." my mentor said. "CALL THEM AGAIN!" Dr. P yelled. This OR nurse picked up the phone trying to find out why the operating room is becoming a jungle. We were the next day of power outage because of thunder storm. But who cares? Surgeries need to go on. Its NOT acceptable and we are NOT in the jungle.

10 minutes passed. The room was so still very intensely quiet.

"The suction is NOT working. Is there anything that works in the room?" Dr. P yelled again. He kept pressing the WRONG direction of the paddle in one foot. "Dr. P, you need to move your foot for a minute, please." My mentor went to help with the machine. She then put his foot to the right paddle for suction. "What was he fussing about when he put the foot in wrong paddle?" She finally started to complain to me, "Our job is to assist and faciliate a surgery."

I see. And put up with sh*t from the surgeons, maybe?