Our place of employment just implemented a house wide computer charting system that has aged everyone ten years in the matter of five days, and I'm fairly certain that someone has kicked their dog as a result. There were tears, nuclear meltdowns, and nurses vowing to enroll for classes that will put them in the exciting field of fast food preparation.
I nearly bit the head off one of the Happy Helpertons who was trying to help me figure out why I couldn't do the simple task of printing labels. When you see a sick nurse trying to manage a new computer system that has more bells and whistles than a spaceship, it's not a good idea to be perky, happy, and cheerful. That is almost begging to get your ass kicked. Or at least coughed on.