02 July 2007

Now that I've had the day to evaluate, it was much worse

I. Hate. My. Job. Not the job itself per se, the job is something that I can totally live with. What I hate is having a person perhaps as intelligent as a very clever chimpanzee speaking to me as if I am a child, explaining things to me that (a) she messed up, (b) I initially explained to her or (c) aren't correct, and flirting vomitously with our extremely unsexy boss. Today she told me not to mention her name in a phone call because the office needed to present itself as a united front. Well. She fucked up royally, and the patient asked me whom he had spoken to. Was I supposed to refuse to answer? "I can't tell you because we're supposed to present a united front." Riiiight, that'll go over great in a psychiatric practice wherein most of our patients are completely paranoid ALREADY. I have never, NEVER not in all of my years of working and strange jobs and jobs that suck and bosses that suck and whatever, NEVER had a job that I hated this much, and all because of this one person, because working next to her all day, listening to her constant, blathering monologue, is worse than having an earwig bore into my brain. I spent a good 15 minutes today fantasizing about what I'll say when I give my two weeks notice. "I don't think I'm a good fit for this office. I don't want to talk to my coworkers about their rectal bleeding." Or maybe, "I don't think my personality meshes very well here. I'm literate."

Anyways I had a job interview today, and I'm HOPING HOPING that something comes of it, it'll be a month at least before I hear though, which, sucks. Oh, and what sucks even more?

Monday. Monday is one of K's TWO days that he has Gabriel. I get a text message at 535 saying, "My flight's delayed, I'm not going to pick up Gabriel."

DAYCARE CLOSES AT 5:30. THIS IS YOUR DAY AND YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. I AM IN A JOB INTERVIEW. YOU COULDN'T HAVE CALLED ANY EARLIER? I MEAN YOU HAD TO KNOW TWO HOURS AGO THAT YOU WEREN'T IN CHICO? DIDN'T YOU? MIGHT IT HAVE BEEN APPARENT THAT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO GET HERE? POSSIBLY? COULDN'T YOU HAVE CALLED ME BEFORE DAYCARE CLOSES? BEFORE I GET CHARGED $1 FOR EVERY MINUTE THAT I'M LATE? WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DOUCHE BAG? WHY AM I BEING SO NICE TO YOU? WHERE IS MY VACUUM???

3 comments:

  1. hey! i understand so much about the shitty job and the shitty people! been there i dont know how many times!

    where dyu think i get my "in with anger out with love" mantra?

    fingers crossed for the other job!!

    oh and i believe that kimate is being a tool and you deserve FAR more respect

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  2. is there a way to charge *him* $1 for every minute you are late because of him?

    also
    what the hell kind of psychiatric practise is this anyway?

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  3. I don't care what you say- not telling you he won't be there in time until AFTER the fact is quite clearly *NOT* being a good father. You can't be a good father/adult/human if you act as though you are untouchable, and yet expect someone else to clean up your messes. Especially when he's a fucking asshole to the person that is cleaning them up.
    If he hasn't grown up by now?!? I am HIGHLY doubtful he ever will.

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