Reactionary

Blogs are for days like this one when work really does take on such an ugly face that you hate every moment, every circumstance that lead you to having to work to survive and you’re almost ready to barricade the streets and start an uprising of the poor against the rich. The worst part was, it wasn’t a bad day in how days can be bad days in my line of work. The kids were okay. No one took a turn for the worse. That’s the risk you take everyday by working there. No, it was the needy, insulting manner of someone who will remain nameless.

Listen, chick. If you ever again ask me if the lab “knows that there are two tests” instead of one like I’m some kind of idiot who can’t send lab slips then I refuse to work with you ever again. I hate when people make you feel stupid! That’s why people quit! No one likes to be treated as if they’re idiots. Just because they may not have the pleasure of working with YOU a whole lot does in no way mean they can’t do things, as if your way of doing things is so much more important and complicated than anyone else. And don’t, DON’T ask me twice if I called for the kid. And this wasn’t even Doc Diva. This was my work mate. Don’t you EVER do that again in front of everyone else like I’m retarded or lazy, moron. Ever. I’ve been calling for the damn kids every the whole flipping day, why is it different for this case? If they don’t get medicated right away, that’s not my fault. I can only do my work, I can’t do everyone else’s. Don’t you ever, ever again address me like that. I never treat you like you’re “just a tech” don’t do the same with me.

And then there was the we need this and that and that of things that don’t even exist! It’s bad enough when a doc does it (I was cursing her to the 9th generation), but when the work mate does it too and on top of that gives you that line reserved for bastardly surgeons everywhere, “Well, I used it yesterday.” Where? In your dreams (sad that you dream of surgical instruments)? Because in this place here and now, that item you’re asking for does not exist. In case I was the one being stupid (because that’s what you’ve been socialized to believe), I asked people who have been working there longer than I’ve been alive and they said those dpes exist. So shut it! And stop bossing me around as if I were the hired help. I never treat you that way, and I’m the one with the degree, not you.So don’t you dare ever do that again.

Thanks to all the people who helped look for things that don’t exist just in case we were all just ignorant and the new surgeon and the tech are the only people in the right. We all looked evern if we KNEW there was no such thing. And thanks to P. for accidentally turning the light out in the room and giving me the only laugh of the day and for being a doc, but a hell of a nice guy. And R. who keeps it light and treats me like a person.

That darn service is becoming like the mafia or something. If you don’t know their secret handshake, they ice you out. No one talks to you. No one calls you by name. Not all of them, but the people who were there today. Damn all of you for making me feel like an idiot the whole blessed day. Good thing I think a lot of myself and thusly make it through more or less okay. But people have left for this attitude and now we all pay for it by the short staff and longer hours.

And management needs to get their act together because they had me as a Stay Late person today and my calendar shows that I wasn’t. If they changed the call schedule, you’d think they’d let me know.

Posted on March 8th, 2006 under Life, Rant •  Print •  Email • RSS 2.0 feed • Both comments and pings are currently closed