Do you really care or is this just a paycheck?

It seems that no matter where I go to work, there are always people who are there simply to get a paycheck.  Then there are those that are there because they like what they do and are good at it. Nursing, I have found, is no different. Except we have a third group. These people are those that don't really like what they do and anyone who does is an instant target for backstabbing and condescension.
In the last several weeks I have been a victim of the most vicious lies imaginable. I have been accused of mistreating the residents, not paying enough attention to the residents, paying too much attention to the residents, and sitting on my butt instead of doing my job. Oddly enough, it is the same group of women accusing me of all of these things. I wish that they would make up their minds! It is this same group that one day will complain to the charge nurse that I am not doing anything and then turn around and ask me to help them with a combative resident.
One example is when I was working on a Saturday, I was informed that I would be working on a hall that I had not worked in a while. While walking down the hall to answer a light, every aid on the hall, including those refusing to answer said light, went to complain to the charge nurse that I wasn't doing anything and that they would not work with me.
On a more recent occasion, I was asked to supervise the bathing of a gentleman who would not allow a woman to bathe him. He is independent so I knew that all I needed to do was to watch him and give him verbal cues to assist him. Despite my efforts to get him to use soap he turned off the water after only a few minutes without once touching a washcloth. He began to dress himself while I was pleading with him to take another shower. We were both getting quite frustrated with each other, so I excused myself and stepped into the hallway to calm down. He was fully clothed when I left except for shoes and socks so I knew that he was in no danger. Outside the shower room, I found all of the aids working that hall, sitting down and joking around. I asked them if they would finish the job while I cooled down and one of them got up and went into the shower room. About twenty minutes later I was paged to the Nursing office where the Director of Nursing was and I was asked what happened, right in front of the girl accusing me of leaving a resident unattended. Upon hearing what happened from me, the DON took my side and excused the "tattler" as she called her from the office. She told me that I did the right thing and that I was doing a good job. When I left the office, the girl that reported me gave me such a stare that if looks could kill, I would not be alive to post this blog.
As near as I can see, as long as the DON thinks I am doing a good job, those backstabbing little girls can stick it in their ear.