If ever I get sent back to the Neolithic, I'll let all you long-limbed, gracile folks chase down the antelopes and spear them. If a grizzly bear shows up, I shall wrestle him to the ground using only my lower back, then strangle him with my inner thighs.
Anyway. The Talk With The Boss happened, and here's how it went:
1. There is no guarantee that I can get a day shift any time soon, regardless of what was promised me when I was hired. Therefore, I basically gave my month's notice, saying "If you can't get me on to days, I'll work PRN days here and in postop and all over, but I won't be a dedicated CCU nurse."
2. I made it clear to Boss that I am not safe when it comes to working nights, and also that my mental and physical health are suffering.
3. I did not bring up the scary racist guys on nights. Here's why:
Everybody knew that I had a meeting with Bossman. If I had discussed with him the Scary Triad of Men, he would've had to do something immediately (things have gotten, if it's possible, even worse since the last happenings). If he'd said anything to any of them, they would've easily put things together and figured out that I was the one complaining.
I have to work with those guys for the next month. No *way* am I putting myself out there when I'll still be dependent on what little goodwill I have from them. Turning in oily little Nazis for being oily little Nazis is all well and good, but there's a point at which your own safety and efficiency have to be considered, and this is that point.
In the meantime, I'm still writing everything down. Dates and times and situations and all; that way, when I do get out from under the cloud of the Triumvirus (thanks, friend Kathy, for that word!) I can turn it all in to the Boss and HR at the same time, and damn the torpedos. As I said before, I'm not interested either in changing their hearts and minds or in getting them fired; all I want to go is get them to shut the hell up about politics and race and gayness and being female and so on when there are other people around.
Now I'm going to go take a really, really hot shower and admire my hamstrings. Because truly? They are things of beauty. Bring on the grizzly bear, boys.