I'm always very pleasant and friendly with the nursing staff, and try to remember as many names as I can. This is for the two simple reasons: (1) I like to be friendly, and (2) I can get more done if the nurses are on my side. I like to brag (and some attendings have noticed) that I can get a lot of work done without a ton of effort because nursing and support staff find me approachable. It's akin to knowing a guy in the mailroom of a big company.
But for all my bragging, I'm not that efficient, and every now and then, I find myself in a strange situation like my last post-call day. I was writing some orders before I went home at about 7AM, and I was sitting at the nurses station. The nurse across from me was pitching a fit, having a little rhetorical conversation.
nurse: This lady's anxious like anything, and crazy too. How am I supposed to keep her from flipping out with 1mg po ativan? What kind of a useless order is this? What useless resident wrote this order anyway? I mean, c'mon, what a pushover dose. I hate when residents do this. They dump this shit on us and don't give us anything to fix it with. Who did this anyway?
me: Umm... is that the lady in room 5? [nurse nods] That useless resident would be me.
But we worked things out, and it all turned out positively. And that's why it's good to be friends with the nurses. Because she could've just as easily tore me a new asshole.