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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!