Tag: bad coworkers

The World is F*cked Up

So last week, I mentioned that some things were going on at the office that I work at that was some cause for concern.  As it turns out, I was right.  I went into work on Friday morning, hoping for a normal day.  I assisted my doctor with his first patient basically by myself, because my friend was stuck in traffic.  After that, I heard that the hygienist was having a meeting with one of the doctors, our manager, and another woman (who thinks she’s some big shot, but isn’t).

A little later, I heard that she had been told she probably needed to transfer to another office because she and my doctor’s assistant are going to be getting married next February.  Needless to say, that was a load of crock.  Everyone in the office knew that she and he had been dating, and they had all found out when he had proposed and she accepted.  Now all of a sudden, it was a problem?  It was just convenient for management, that’s what it was.  The hygienist was devastated that after seventeen years of loyal service and bringing in money for this office, she was just going to be written off like that.  And all because some sensitive people don’t know how to handle problems like adults.

I have known this hygienist for three years and she works hard.  Yes, she’s fallen behind sometimes, and it has annoyed me, but we’ve never gotten so angry with each other that we have even really argued about anything.  She is being pushed aside in favor of people who haven’t been there as long as she has, and who don’t work as hard as she does.  It makes me sick how the bureaucracy works.

She called me yesterday to talk and get some advice.  I told her to contact HR, because I know my manager didn’t do that.  If she had, somebody would have reached out to the hygienist by now, but nobody has.  She said she would.  This needs to be given to people outside the office, who are not biased because they know people there.  I hope that it will be handled accordingly, but… I have my doubts.  Very rarely does anything in the real world work in favor for the victim.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Talk… No! Not That Talk!

The talk happened!  With the coworker who messed with me… it happened last Thursday evening when I went in to the office.  I asked her to step into the chart room for a private chat.  In there, she asked about my personal leave, and I told her it had been cut short.  She asked if I had been the one to ask for shorter time off.  As if!

I told her, “No, I didn’t.  They denied me my leave because we didn’t have coverage.”

“Well, they had the other girl.”

“But, they didn’t have you.”  She seemed befuddled by that and I told her my leave was denied because she was out of the office, and they wanted me to stick around for three extra weeks and cover for her.  She was surprised.  Nobody had told her anything the entire two weeks I was gone from the office.  Not a peep!  She told me that she had informed our manager of her extended leave in March of this year.  I made a face and she insisted that she had.  Except, when I was scouting out my school and had basically found out when my program started (around that exact same time of year), and told my manager, she did not say a thing about her being gone.  Not once did it pop up in the many conversations we had about my departure from the office from full-time to part-time.

I had some pretty exact dates that I gave to my manager.  And not once did she say, “Oh!  The other girl is leaving from June 21st to August 21st.”  And, that is something you tell another person very early on.  I didn’t tell her that I didn’t believe her, and I plan to check up on that fact with my manager when she gets back from vacation.  I informed her that her very, Very, VERY long trip cut my time off short.  I said that I never took off longer than a little over a week EVER in the entire three years I worked at the office.  She already had me beat within the first year of her employment.

I said I was working in the back now as an assistant, and was only at the desk on Mondays.  I had school and my other job, and was not going to be involved with what she was doing that much.  She seemed fine and apologized to me for what her vacation had done to my leave.  I ‘accepted’ the apology, but mostly because I wanted the conversation to be over, so I could get back to the operatories.

I still don’t trust her as as far as I could throw her, and I want to find out from my manager if she really did inform her that far in advance; or if she was simply just prepared that far in advance.  I am not covering her ass, and I told her to not ask too much of the other girl because she has a one-year-old boy, who needs her attention.  Basically, I gave her a light warning.  Well, in two weeks, I’ll ask my manager and find out the truth.  Until then, I’m assuming she bullshitted her way through half our conversation.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Because I Don’t

Remember when I said that I was going to have that talk with that stupid girl who pissed me off when I went into work on Tuesday night?  Well… that talk didn’t happen (yet).  The reason being was by the time I got there, my doctor had started a procedure and I didn’t want to miss anything.  I put my gloves, safety glasses, and mask on, and went right back to his operatory.  She was sitting at her side of the desk when I arrived, but I didn’t have the time to acknowledge her existence.

I came up to the front desk a little later to check to see if the next patient had arrived.  That was when I said hi to my former trainee, but ignored her.  I didn’t really have the time to talk her/was too happy to ruin my evening by talking to her.  After she left, I asked my trainee if she commented on my ignoring her.  She said that the stupid woman had asked if I was mad at her.  Really?  You haven’t been told yet?

I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that none of the girls have told her how she screwed up my plans and how pissed I was by that.  I am very surprised the tongues have not been wagging at the lunch table or in the chart room.  I guess everyone figured I wanted to be the one to burst her happy/naive bubble.  I wonder if she’ll try to corner me tonight when I come in?  Possibly.  She’ll ask if there is a problem between us, and I’ll have to explain in simple terms that… yes… there is in fact a problem.  I’ll interrogate her, ask her if anybody did whisper anything while I was gone, and if not, I’ll just shine the lamp in her face and do it myself.  If she gets upset by my honesty, then she can cry me a river and build a bridge over it.  Because the water isn’t under mine yet.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Bitch Is Back!

Today is a big day for me, because after I’m done with school and my homework, I get to go back to my office for training/work this evening.  I will be happy to see my other doctor again and his assistant, because I consider them to be both my friends.  I know that my doctor is technically my employer, but before I left for school, he gave me a hug and thanked me for being such a good employee.  I may have mentioned that in a previous post.

Today, I get to see a few more people I haven’t seen in a little while (people who didn’t appear in the lower office when I dropped by last week).  But… that will also mean I will probably see HER.  That’s right, the woman who f*cked me over so she could go on vacation.  My manager will be gone tomorrow and for the rest of this week.  She is on a trip now.  I will probably see the insurance and billing person, and my one-time trainee will be the front desk person tonight.  I will be arriving just as that woman should be leaving.  I will not be the one to initiate first contact.  She will have to address me.  And, as I have said before, the conversation will not a pretty one.

Screw me once, shame on you; screw me twice, shame on me.  I should have spoken out against her going again, and I wound up paying for it.  Now, she’ll have to suffer the consequences of her own ill-begotten actions.

I probably won’t write about exactly what happened until Thursday.  That’s when our first meeting in detail will be posted.  I’m dreadfully curious to find out what she has to say for herself.  If she discovered how angry I was at her, and how I basically schooled the new girl to not help her out.  Hey, Fate is a cruel mistress, and Revenge an equally cruel master.  That’s just one of my many methodologies.

And on that note, it’s been real!

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!