When "life" equals "job" and "rain" equals "tears" it pretty much sums up my day. It started off hectic, dealing with patients complaining about the mail being slow (as if I had anything to do with it) and problem patients who don't seem to be going away. After dealing with all that crap I call my boss to ask a simple question.. what day a patient was being scheduled for. I couldn't find the actual date anywhere in my notes and wanted to make sure of the date before I started calling around. apparently I didn't ask correctly and she went off. Not only did she start berating me for asking her but made me feel like a complete idiot and incompetent. Her tone was as if she was talking to a five year old and she felt she had to rehash the whole fucking ordeal. G-d forbid she should just tell me the answer to my question. I went into defensive mode and it was a mess. She continued her idiot-tone when she arrived at work and anything I asked was treated as if I didn't do my job. so I went off. I REALLY went off. It was a mess. Finally I went into her office and we had a looooong talk. I gave in to some points and stood my ground on others. Give and take.. it's what a relationships about, right? In the end I think I shared a tad too much (I told her about people who ask how I can deal with her) and wasn't happy about the leaking tears bit (I'm stronger than that, damn it!) and worked it out. Unfortunately I made her teary eyed about the people making comments thing, and that was not my intention. She made hints that I wasn't happy with my job and should move on and I threw back that she needed to be a tad more tactful when talking to me. I was happy with how the conversation ended, even though I would have liked to have NOT mentioned the peoples' comments. Part of me felt she needed to know how others viewed her (she tends to think everyone loves her) and part of me wanted to shut the hell up and be done with it.

My boss has gotten so much better over the years. No matter what she's still the best one I've had. People look at her as if she's the devil and I just laugh. I worked ten and a half years in the Operating Room. Those women would rip your throat out and chew on it while gossiping about how you looked as said throat was being removed. Any back talk was met with vile threats and they'd write you up just to pass the time. I'm sure there are better. I'd kill to have some of the bosses that work around us. Then again, the productivity level is pretty low compared to us and I'd probably go nuts trying to get them to do more. Work... it's what you do not what you try to get out of.

Bonus misery of the day: Creepy IT Chick just let out a horrendous fart that made people down the hall look. Dude... no class.

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