Two weeks! I went two weeks!
I work in a doctor's office. I'm the assistant manager. Around this time last year, I left the doctor's office for another doctor's office. I was tired of my job and the people and the patients and the fact that I was not the manager. So, I went to this other little place by my house and was dubbed receptionist. They paid me fifty cents more an hour and I could read at work. It was awesome. Then the ladies I worked with went crazy, decided I was some sort of Satanic whore and started giving me the silent treatment. Then the doctor I was working for started spending all of his spare moments watching gay webcam porn in his office with the door open.
So, that bothered me a little.
Even worse was the day he got his own webcam in the mail. He attached it under his desk - right under the keyboard. I was a little confused at this, seeing as how he also recieved his bi-monthly shipment of viagra in the same mailbag. Oh. And his wig was always crooked. ALWAYS CROOKED. I never once looked at his actual face. Every time I had to communicate with him, the wig was our go-between.
I quit and went back to my original doctor's office. I lied and said I was going back to school and got the fuck out of there. I ran back with my tail between my legs, thanking them endlessly for taking me back even though they didn't have room for me. They made me assistant manager and gave me a dollar raise as a way of saying, 'We know how much you do around here...but. Instead of giving you what you deserve take this bullshit and stop rolling your eyes at me.' I was grateful, though.
But. The old resentments and feelings are back again. I'm finding it hard t make it through an entire day. Every time one of the girls says something like 'It's I before E except after Y' I die a little more inside. It's getting really hard to hide my annoyances. At least once a day, when asked why someone in the office did something, I answer 'because they're fucking retards'.
I have a second job in a lab that I love. I have friends who work there, there is absolutely no customer service involved. They want me there full time, and the manager sat me down and explained all the quasi-shady ways he was going to give me enough raises so they could at least match what I'm making at the doctor's office. Only thing is, the office and the lab are right fucking next to each other. We even share a lunchroom. I'd feel so guilty, I think...Leaving again after only six months back after everything they've done to try to make me more comfortable.
But it's only a matter of time befre I stop imagining jumping across the exam table jungle-cat-style and clawing someone's eyes out and start actually doing it.
So, that bothered me a little.
Even worse was the day he got his own webcam in the mail. He attached it under his desk - right under the keyboard. I was a little confused at this, seeing as how he also recieved his bi-monthly shipment of viagra in the same mailbag. Oh. And his wig was always crooked. ALWAYS CROOKED. I never once looked at his actual face. Every time I had to communicate with him, the wig was our go-between.
I quit and went back to my original doctor's office. I lied and said I was going back to school and got the fuck out of there. I ran back with my tail between my legs, thanking them endlessly for taking me back even though they didn't have room for me. They made me assistant manager and gave me a dollar raise as a way of saying, 'We know how much you do around here...but. Instead of giving you what you deserve take this bullshit and stop rolling your eyes at me.' I was grateful, though.
But. The old resentments and feelings are back again. I'm finding it hard t make it through an entire day. Every time one of the girls says something like 'It's I before E except after Y' I die a little more inside. It's getting really hard to hide my annoyances. At least once a day, when asked why someone in the office did something, I answer 'because they're fucking retards'.
I have a second job in a lab that I love. I have friends who work there, there is absolutely no customer service involved. They want me there full time, and the manager sat me down and explained all the quasi-shady ways he was going to give me enough raises so they could at least match what I'm making at the doctor's office. Only thing is, the office and the lab are right fucking next to each other. We even share a lunchroom. I'd feel so guilty, I think...Leaving again after only six months back after everything they've done to try to make me more comfortable.
But it's only a matter of time befre I stop imagining jumping across the exam table jungle-cat-style and clawing someone's eyes out and start actually doing it.
posted by inveil | 7:17 AM
2 Comments:
so... life is good then? -lol- i think you should fake your own death... then, assume a false identity... aside from the massive plastic surgery to look like someone else, this seems to be the most feasible plan... how much do complete identity overhauls go for these days?
"I before E except after Y" is fucking gold. Are there actually any English words at all that contain "yei"?
Sounds to me like a little guilt and some awkwardness in the lunchroom would be worth it. Maybe offer to stay if they will make you manager. Otherwise, screw it. Go with what will be best for you. You deserve to be happy more than they deserve your loyalty.
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