Gobby Cow

Gobby made a mistake, got herself into trouble, made a bit of an error. Had to turn to useless - hopeless me to help her sort it out. A bit of poetic justice.

What she did was probably right, it was just the way she went about it that was all wrong. Which in my eyes pretty much sums her up. She acts before she thinks and speaks before she thinks. She continues high-lighting that whilst she maybe good clinically (and there is no way this can be questioned), she's not a team player and is in short a horrible colleague. Not just in front of the ward team, but also in front of Consultants and Senior Trust Managers. Way to draw attention to yourself (in a negative sense) at such a torrid time for senior nurses.

I've never warmed to her; for a few years she was a face on another ward, then a name talked when she my moved briefly to Turkey. My first memorable encounter was when she joined us on a hospital night out years ago, a big group of us were having a meal at a local Indian restaurant, she and a friend latched on and joined our table. Subsequently consuming a few bottles of wine and absconded without paying their share of the bill (leaving the rest of us to pick-up the outstanding tab). The next time I came across her smashed out of her box tit-wanking a champagne bottle (probably not champagne, something fizzy). Classy bird.

Admittedly this was a fair while ago, but those first impressions tend to linger. Even caring for her child who was very poorly when I was working on the Children's High Dependency Unit, I  didn't really like her (never mind trust) and found her quite false.