Apparently the shit has metaphorically hit the fan at work this past week. I went into work on Monday night, but suffered from a stomach cramp on Tuesday, so I didn’t go in. On Wednesday night, I went out for a drink with the receptionist I trained. We met at a local restaurant and she told me something that happened on Tuesday when I was out.
The assistant who is training me and one of the hygienists have not been getting along with the two front desk ladies, and had been talking about them behind their backs, and smiling whenever they dealt with them. I don’t like talking shit behind somebody’s back. I’m more likely to just ignore them entirely. Anyway, the dipshit one confronted her in her room when she didn’t have a patient and asked her what the problem was. The hygienist played dumb, and I wouldn’t have done that if I were her. I would have been honest and told her what the problem was. The receptionist mentioned the name calling and the general bad mouthing; but then she also mentioned the Facebook pictures she stupidly posted of her ‘vacation’. She said that we, the hygienist and I, tried to get her fired. The hygienist apparently started screaming, regardless of patients in the office. A dentist heard, and then there was a meeting downstairs.
I am grateful my girl told me advance, otherwise I would have been surprised going in last night. If anything was said to me directly or if I was dragged into a meeting, I’ll be sure to post something about it on Monday. If the moron receptionist tries to talk to me about the pictures and getting her fired (I think I know who blabbed about it too), I’ll be sure to give her a piece of my mind. And I hope she chokes on it.
And on that note, it’s been real!