Random Thought 4
Work
I've only worked 2 months and some change at my new job, and it already feels like 10 years and some change. It's really sad though-the industry I work in- the patients trust u with their lives and expect u to perform test properly and accurately, not to mention-to have a certain amount of sanity. Let's see, I'll blame it on my coworker....yes one coworker. Having her around is like having 5 Michaels from the tv show "The Office" working with u. She wears u out so much u forget what date or time it is...maybe even why ur here on earth.
I feel sorry for her patients. Not only do I have to hear the story about her and her boyfriend/fiance/15 years her senior, but I have to hear it everytime she tells her patients. Then my patients have to hear it. Today I had the wonderful pleasure of being asked what to do on ur wedding night if ur period started. I don't know, I guess I have a sign on my head that says ask the 29 year old spinster slut all ur sexual questions. Maybe I look like a sexual deviant. It's one thing to ask me in private, but why ask in front of-what looked to be an 18 yr old guy who had no interest in finding out what u should do to please ur newlywed hubby on ur wedding night when ur on the rag. He shouted, "ear muffs! all u had to say was ear muffs! I would have left".
I would be shocked beyond belief, mouth dropped to the floor where I had to pick it back up again, but-this was typical behavior. I continue to process my patients test, she kept asking me, pestering me. This is what I go through everyday, and unfortunately the patients-especially those who come every week.
She's also a walking, talking, safety hazard. In her last job, she contracted a few diseases (won't mention she was kind enough to disclose to me), but she pokes herself with a needle to her finger by accident and proceeds to show me. Because she's not getting the reaction she wants, I assume, she places her finger again-this time inches away from my face as blood drips down her hand and unto the counter in front of patients. It took a lot of will-power, patience, and self control to not beat the s@!t out of her and let the patients know she was a walking disease infested freak.
I'm sure there is one in every workplace, and if there isn't-and where just freak shows, I'd like to think we're not the only ones. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a "B" movie-waiting for the credits to role, and it's just not ending yet, so I hope everyone has left the theater cuzz I would of.
I've only worked 2 months and some change at my new job, and it already feels like 10 years and some change. It's really sad though-the industry I work in- the patients trust u with their lives and expect u to perform test properly and accurately, not to mention-to have a certain amount of sanity. Let's see, I'll blame it on my coworker....yes one coworker. Having her around is like having 5 Michaels from the tv show "The Office" working with u. She wears u out so much u forget what date or time it is...maybe even why ur here on earth.
I feel sorry for her patients. Not only do I have to hear the story about her and her boyfriend/fiance/15 years her senior, but I have to hear it everytime she tells her patients. Then my patients have to hear it. Today I had the wonderful pleasure of being asked what to do on ur wedding night if ur period started. I don't know, I guess I have a sign on my head that says ask the 29 year old spinster slut all ur sexual questions. Maybe I look like a sexual deviant. It's one thing to ask me in private, but why ask in front of-what looked to be an 18 yr old guy who had no interest in finding out what u should do to please ur newlywed hubby on ur wedding night when ur on the rag. He shouted, "ear muffs! all u had to say was ear muffs! I would have left".
I would be shocked beyond belief, mouth dropped to the floor where I had to pick it back up again, but-this was typical behavior. I continue to process my patients test, she kept asking me, pestering me. This is what I go through everyday, and unfortunately the patients-especially those who come every week.
She's also a walking, talking, safety hazard. In her last job, she contracted a few diseases (won't mention she was kind enough to disclose to me), but she pokes herself with a needle to her finger by accident and proceeds to show me. Because she's not getting the reaction she wants, I assume, she places her finger again-this time inches away from my face as blood drips down her hand and unto the counter in front of patients. It took a lot of will-power, patience, and self control to not beat the s@!t out of her and let the patients know she was a walking disease infested freak.
I'm sure there is one in every workplace, and if there isn't-and where just freak shows, I'd like to think we're not the only ones. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a "B" movie-waiting for the credits to role, and it's just not ending yet, so I hope everyone has left the theater cuzz I would of.
posted by Andreá at 11:34 PM
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