She Probably Knows

Alright, so I stopped in at my office partially to say ‘hello’ and partially to get a copy of a certification so I could avoid doing a stupid three hour test at school later this year or next year.  My manager and one of the doctors, the billing lady, and two hygienists greeted me as I entered the downstairs office.  I gave them a little update on schooling (I had only been in for three days), and asked for the copy of the certification.  We talked and told some jokes, before my replacement receptionist came down.  She and I hugged and talked (she wants to hang with me because I’m so cool), then she had to go back upstairs to work.

While I was there, I was a little worried the other receptionist (the one who screwed me over) would come down and try to greet me.  Thankfully, she didn’t.  I texted the one hygienist who had been in the office, and asked her if she had known I was there.  She responded by saying the b*tch hadn’t known I was there the entire time.  She apparently also asked if I had come upstairs at all.

Um… no, I didn’t come up because I didn’t want to see you!  I know that we will have to talk eventually if we are to work together when I come back; and one of the hygienists said we had to talk.  However, I want the talk to be on my terms.  Those terms are as follows:

  1. No buffer.  No manager or doctor, or anybody else to stand between me and the woman, who has been such a pain in my *ss.
  2. She does not get a word in edgewise until I’ve said my peace.  And I’ve got a peace to say.

And my actual terms of the talk are:

  1. She and I are not friends.  She does not try to be buddy-buddy with me.  If she does, I will guillotine her.
  2. Our relationship is strictly business.  She hands me things, I hand them back.  She tells me when patients are here, and does not ask me for help.  WITH ANYTHING!
  3. She does not ask about me on a personal level.  She tries to find out anything about me, what I’m doing, or how school’s going, she will hear from me (on a nuclear level).
  4. She does not ask me to cover shifts for her.  I don’t care if her daughter ‘has’ a dance recital, or her son ‘has’ a baseball game; she’ll have to ask my replacement, or miss it.

Sounds harsh, I know; but as I have said before, I’m not a forgiving person.  I had to put all my plans on hold because she had lied and gone on a practically three month vacation.  On a scale of 1 – 10, how high do you think my tolerance is for her right now?  Negative numbers.  Already, she is going to have to (if she’s still at the office), work the entirety of the Christmas break by herself!  I’m not coming in, her replacement is going back to her home state, and my manager and the billing lady want some time off as well.  So, as the old proverb says, “Sink or swim!”

And on that note, it’s been real!

Author: aubreycass

I am an imaginative realist. Those seem the best words to describe myself. I look at the world through a microscope and enjoy laughing while doing so. The stupidest things can both annoy and amuse you.

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