I have been trying to think of a direction to take this blog. How I wanted to post. What I was going to post about. Would I incorporate AI into my blog posts or nah? I even decided to work on finding my favorite PPCM websites/blogs and sharing them here (I will, hopefully this weekend), but then this bee-YOTCH encounter happened at work and everything I had been thinking about for this blog went right out the damn window because I had to complain about this wench that called me a liar today. At my job. In front of my boss. Even pointed her gnarled up finger at me.
She’s lucky I didn’t leap over the partition to give her a light slam. Some people need that from time to time. Or so I’ve heard.
I work in a hospital in the medical records department. This hag came in today, let’s call her Broom Hilda, and complained about never receiving her radiology CD in the mail.
I remember this special ray of sunshine. She had a melodious tone to her voice, like she swallowed glass shards and rusty nails for breakfast this particular morning. I spoke to her on the phone. She said she wanted her CD and she would come pick it up, even though she stated she wanted the damn thing mailed to her. Maybe it was a miscommunication. Maybe the FedEx box hadn’t been touch in days (wouldn’t be the first time), but rectal grease… I mean Broom Hilda never received her CD in the mail.
She’s lucky neither one of us (me or my boss) chucked the CD that we did have for her at her rat’s nest of a hair do.
She pointed her gnarled finger at me and accused me of never mailing out her CD in the first place.
Now, is that possible? Sure. So you know how many people I deal with every day? Too many to count. But there was no reason to start the entire interaction off with such a foul attitude.
Even my boss. Called her an asshole, because she was.
As far as this job being the end of me… I did have chest pains and mild shortness of breath throughout the remainder of the day after this happened.
I’m at the point where I’m starting to wonder if it’s all worth it. I drive 45 + minutes each way five days a week just to get bitched at more and more for things that are out of my control. I’m getting chest pressure and tightness quite a bit, and this has only started since I’ve started this job.
Oh well. I see a new-ish cardiologist next month, so we’ll see if he has any input.