insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Monday, January 19, 2004 Dreading Monday I've been thinking about leaving Park Circle for some time now, but I've finally gotten the swift kick in the ass to get motivated to get out of there. This weekend, well, was not a good weekend for me. I was working Saturday, and it was crazy busy. We got behind early on, and half an hour wait turned into an hour or more wait for people. Fast forward to mid-morning and someone asking how much longer it would be until they were seen. I went back to find out, and the doctor was in x-ray. Now, x-ray films take time to develop, about 20 minutes or so, so I needed to know if the doctor was going to go with plan A or B. Plan A--take the x-ray, see next appointment during development time, then show the x-ray. Plan B--take the x-ray, wait for it to develop, show it, then see the next appointment. Now, if we go with Plan A, the next person would be waiting 5-10 minutes; with Plan B at least 20 minutes. I wanted to give the right answer, so I wouldn't have to hear complaints about things taking so long. So I asked, and got no answer. And I asked again, and finally got an answer of "I don't know" from the doctor. So I said that I'd go tell her that it'd be about 20 minutes and the doctor said that he would go with Plan A. Fine. Great. Either answer would be good, as long as I got an answer. While I was back there, I mentioned that he didn't charge a person for a test (test A), and that I added it to her bill. He said that he didn't do this test, that he did something else instead (test B). I said that I thought that test B was for something completely different and he said that I was wrong. I said that it showed in the computer that way, that test A was one thing and test B was different. So the doctor picked up the list of tests, pointed out what he had charged her for, test B, and then pointed out test A and said that they were different. I said okay and that I would credit her, when he interrupted me by slamming the list down on the treatment counter, inches away from my face, inches away from hitting me, and then yelled "Now get up front and do your God damn fucking job." I went up front, and realized that I was way too shaky to do anything, so I went into the office, locked the door, and sat down, trying to get my breath, trying to keep cool and instead broke into tears. If I knew that I could do something about what happened, I would. But no one was around when this happened, so it's the doctor's word against mine. And when he happens to own the practice, there's no one else that I can tell. I've never worked at a job where I've been physically intimidated by a boss. Never. And as I got myself together, I realized that I can't stay at that job, not anymore. I can't work at a place where I'm afraid of my boss, afraid that he'll hit me. So, let the job hunt begin, and I hope that I find something quickly. I can't stay there, wondering what will happen next. I'm not planning on giving two weeks notice, either. I'm afraid of what will happen if I do, and I'd rather not find out. I'd rather just leave. posted by jaime | 12:51 AM 0 comments |
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