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[–] joshy83 0 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago 

I'm a nurse too so my heart goes out to her. This whole thing is pissing me off. =/ I wish her the best of luck and hopefully everyone who needs to sides with her.

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[–] NoPenisForNeonHams 0 points 8 points (+8|-0) ago 

Never, ever, EVER sign any documents HR provides to you regarding performance: https://michaelochurch.wordpress.com/2012/12/24/never-sign-a-pip-heres-why/

Ever.

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[–] theepilepticferret ago  (edited ago)

Managers often claim that signing such paperwork only constitutes admission to having read it, not agreeing to the assessment. Even if true, it’s still a bad idea to sign it.

My old obeast manager tried to get me to sign a PIP that was full of lies and non-factual information given to her by her best friend (also a ham) who happened to be my colleague. I refused to sign it, stating that this information was not correct, and the fat bitch wrote me up for it. I left soon after.

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[–] 11ChinCyrilFiggis 0 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago  (edited ago)

"What's your weight."

-"I don't know"

"it's ok, no big deal"

PAHAHAHAHA no big deal. Oh god, the Freudian slip micro-aggression.

Your friend's a legend. Top cunt.

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[–] inablackbox 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

These stories are always so hard to read. It now seems legitimately dangerous to go into any field where you have to directly communicate with and assist fatties. I used to love the idea of choosing a career where I could help people every day...not anymore. I'd rather toil in a factory or sit on my ass in a cubicle all day, if that's what it takes to minimize the chances of having my professional life destroyed by a miserable sack of feefees.

I truly hope things work out for your friend. Please post an update here if and when you can.

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[–] Lilina ago 

Only the factories are safe. The hams sweat too much to survive there.

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[–] GrapeSoda 0 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago 

As a future nurse, this scares me :/ I think your friend is doing the right thing by not signing the write up. I hope she's ok and will get through this without any problems. Best of luck to her.

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[–] J_Darnley 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

I hope it was suffering ten out ten pain. Perhaps next time it will state its weight accurately so it can receive a correct dose of pain killers.

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[–] Makingitworthit 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

Lardbeast claims to be 160 lbs when it's most likely double that weight.

Receives dosage proper for 160 pounds and not for something bigger than that.

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[–] KitKatLasagna55 0 points 7 points (+7|-0) ago  (edited ago)

So here's what happened, I'm still in shock, suffering from flashbacks after I've been heavily triggered by a fat-shaming, bully nurse. Last week on an afternoon I began experiencing excruciating chest pain, horrible, suffocating lack of breath, terrible life-threatening fevers and was coughing my lungs out, it was that bad. Naturally, mom rushed me to the ER. While I was struggling to hold on to dear life the next part of this traumatising episode began and this is a MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING, okay?


So I was almost dying, I was an inch from death, my mom, who's non-religious was actually praying for me. I was extremely weakened by the horrible condition that I was in and unable to walk, despite the fact that I normally run at least 4 marathons a week which is a major sign that I had to get rushed in NOW. Instead, they expected me to walk. Do you think that they'd ask a thin privileged person to walk?? AM I NOT WORTHY OF CARE??? Was THIS the time for passive aggressive fat shaming?? I gasped for air while I felt the life slipping away and tried to explain that I was in no shape to walk. Begrudgingly did they agree to get a tiny old wheelchair from the other side of the hospital and slowly walked me inside.

After I explained my symptoms they finally agreed that I needed immediate help. So... here comes the next episode... there came the nurse. Obviously complying to the patriarchy and unrealistic beauty standards, but I decided not to be judgemental about this ANOREXIC BITCH. So as we sat down I told her of my long list of conditions that I suffer from that make it absolutely impossible to ever lose a single ounce. (not that my weight was the issue here, thin people die too) I smelled the scepticism and judgement on her part when she wrote down my conditions. ''Okay... PCOS... hypothyroidism....'' (a smirk passed her hollow cheeks) ''arthritis.... Well, that's what you get by eating so much, huh. We know your kind here, fattie, we see you aaaallll the time.''

I was shocked.

''So, just for your own sake of course, what's your height?'' she asked, while having the exact same expression on her face like my former bully. I was already really nervous, anxious and still struggling to live. I had NO time to be bullied. ''5'6'' I answered and added ''please please help me, I'm in so much pain!!'' but she just raised her eyebrows and grabbed a celery stick while staring at me with a face full of judgement. ''So, you corpulent obese healthcare destroyer, you ugly not-to-patriarchy-complying fatass, what's your weight? Should we roll in the cattle scale again?'' (while rolling her eyes) ''..160pounds'' I gasped (yes, I'm a bit chubby, but I have conditions). She looked at me from head to toe, only to sneer ''naaaaah, you weigh at least 400 pounds. Don't lie, fatty''. I started to cry while experiencing the excruciating pains, tropical fevers and DEATHLY coughs! ''please... please.... save me!!'' But she grabbed a cucumber slice, said ''that's your medicine, you whale'', looked at her notes, and asked again ''so what do you weigh?'' I fell silent, just like I did in high school when relentlessly bullied and too embarrassed and scared to speak. ''400 pounds, that's what you weigh. That's my estimate, based on experience with HAMS like yourself''.

She went out of the room while mom was still in the hallway and I just teared up. This was the most horrible afternoon in years. I was so deeply triggered. I had a blackout, this was a nightmare. And THEN! AGAIN, TRIGGER WARNING.

She came back, and I crouched back on the bed. I wanted to just disappear. I felt so humiliated and upset.. she looked at me with a grin and said ''starved of attention, huh? That's the only thing you're starved off.... we see nothing bad here, you're fine, fuck off, go eat a bucket of ice cream, come back when THAT finally kills you. Jeez, can't wait.'' I was so upset and humiliated but I managed to ask ''is there a doctor?'' ''Oh, he won't even bother with fatties like you. We just send you away to rot. BUH-BAAI lard sack!''

Guess what? Then a thin privileged skeleton got rolled in on a bed, and they immediately (!!) all rushed in to help her! While they looked at me with a grin!!

This was traumatising. I filed a complaint and I hope I finally get the care that I desperately need.

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[–] Lilina 3 points -3 points (+0|-3) ago 

Needs the sarcasm warning.

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