I hate management, especially my current nursing management class. I would rather gargle a bucket of diarrhea every day than be a manager. Yes, I know that this is a necessary course that will prove useful and that it gives me different perspectives of issues, but it doesn't stop me from fucking hating it. I much prefer being the leader's mastermind, like Machiavelli.
My hatred of management started last semester when I was appointed leader of the psychiatric nursing group project. I don't think that I did a bad job, as I let people do their thing as long as they were keeping up. We also got an A on the project. However, I fucking hated it. I hated everyone trying to dump the work on me, I hated the fact that I was the only native English speaker in the group and thus was the only one who could proofread all the stuff (this is not a racist comment, I'm just expressing frustration about how I was the only one who could do this job even though I was already swamped), I hated the slackers who were affecting the grade that we would all share, I hated having to coordinate everything, I hated people bitching to me in ways that were trying to justify their laziness, and I especially hated a certain team member who thought that I had no authority over her because she was 20 years older than me.
For all you ladies with management degrees and MBAs: I commend you for enduring such a field.



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