NoahsMommy
09-25-2004, 01:05 AM
I'm being really nice by calling her "difficult". Honestly...as an aspiring psychologist, this person really has me worried for my safety if I were ever to make her really mad. :eek: She does mean, horrible things to people behind their backs, but I had mistakenly thought I wasn't one of those people until today.
A little background. I work at a vet clinic. There is an office manager (my direct boss) and three doctors. Two of those doctors own the clinic. Of the two owners, the mean, scary one (honestly, the place seems to breed people like that!) has more say in how things are done. There is a rumor that he's on steroids, because of his highly drastic mood swings. :eek: He scares the crap out of me.
Anyway, working for those two makes you walk on egg shells all the time. Something I DON'T need with my health. :rolleyes:
Our clinic doesn't have the best pet care. Animals are forgotten all the time (for water, walks, etc.)...its highly unprofessional and has driven me insane from day 1. I decided that last week I was going to quit or try for the last time to fix that problem. (All this time, I had been just taking care of them myself...even though I can get in trouble for leaving the reception area.) I devised a plan to change the color of cage tags on cases where the animals were just there for the day and wouldn't be going under anesthesia. I ordered a stamp...which was approved by my office manager with check boxes next to items like: water given, weighed, temperature taken, blanket given, litter box put in cage and then had an area for the tech/kennel help to put their #. The head tech liked the idea, as did anyone I told about it.
On Tuesday, the jerk doctor came up to me and demanded to know what cage tags we kept and what each color meant. I got as far as White=surgery today, no food or water and Blue=animal boarding. I went to Yellow=here JUST for today, thus they are able to have water. I ordered a stamp....Before I finished the "p" in "stamp", I learned that "I am only a receptionist and not a tech. Tech's get to decide who gets water and who doesn't!! Not you!!" I got to hear this (I kid you not) THREE times. I then got to hear "WE HAVE TWO COLORS OF CAGE TAGS, BLUE AND WHITE" FOUR times!!!! (I'm serious) Translation: It wasn't my idea, therefore, its stupid.
We have hired two new employees in reception because my office manager fired one (for not being able to work closing hours because she has kids...again, I kid you not) and another quit because the stress was making her sick (she has lupus).
Today I get in, after school and my first midterm, and my office manager was working in the reception area. She's in a hissy fit (nothing abnormal) and is saying "I'm going to kill whoever the H*L* is doing this!!" and she has two files in her arm. I asked if she was talking about the upside down labels that I'd been seeing? She just looked at me and I said that I thought one of the new girls probably didn't know that she was putting them on upside down. She aparently wasn't talking about that and said, "Well, maybe you should tell her!!!" I said that I would.
Then, one of the other receptionists tells me my stamp is in. (from above, with the yellow cards) I tell her that its no longer going to be a procedure and she asked why. I was feeling a bit frisky, so I said "Because its wasn't Dr. _____'s idea" and laughed. The office manager, who LOVES that doctor, btw, gets all pissy and says, "Well, its HOW you approach him." and stomps off.
I hear later from my friend that she went to the breakroom where she told at least 5 other co-workers that I'm a b*tch and that I'm "very unaccepting of new people at work". She told them all that she's going to make sure I'm not scheduled with the new people for the next two weeks, because I might be mean to them!!! Me?? Me?? I just don't get it. I feel like I work in opposite world. Its just so odd. Especially since I'm good friends with one of the new girls (she has 10 cats and we call each other our "twin") and the other confided in me that she's gay and I'm the only person she likes working with because I'm so nice. Um...where was my office manager when she said that??
I just don't get it. You really don't get anything for being nice, other than learning how to ignore people who aren't.
I know that if I confront my boss, its useless.
Why oh why do I stay there??? Why oh why can't I actually BE a b*itch and not care???
Thanks for letting me vent. ;)
A little background. I work at a vet clinic. There is an office manager (my direct boss) and three doctors. Two of those doctors own the clinic. Of the two owners, the mean, scary one (honestly, the place seems to breed people like that!) has more say in how things are done. There is a rumor that he's on steroids, because of his highly drastic mood swings. :eek: He scares the crap out of me.
Anyway, working for those two makes you walk on egg shells all the time. Something I DON'T need with my health. :rolleyes:
Our clinic doesn't have the best pet care. Animals are forgotten all the time (for water, walks, etc.)...its highly unprofessional and has driven me insane from day 1. I decided that last week I was going to quit or try for the last time to fix that problem. (All this time, I had been just taking care of them myself...even though I can get in trouble for leaving the reception area.) I devised a plan to change the color of cage tags on cases where the animals were just there for the day and wouldn't be going under anesthesia. I ordered a stamp...which was approved by my office manager with check boxes next to items like: water given, weighed, temperature taken, blanket given, litter box put in cage and then had an area for the tech/kennel help to put their #. The head tech liked the idea, as did anyone I told about it.
On Tuesday, the jerk doctor came up to me and demanded to know what cage tags we kept and what each color meant. I got as far as White=surgery today, no food or water and Blue=animal boarding. I went to Yellow=here JUST for today, thus they are able to have water. I ordered a stamp....Before I finished the "p" in "stamp", I learned that "I am only a receptionist and not a tech. Tech's get to decide who gets water and who doesn't!! Not you!!" I got to hear this (I kid you not) THREE times. I then got to hear "WE HAVE TWO COLORS OF CAGE TAGS, BLUE AND WHITE" FOUR times!!!! (I'm serious) Translation: It wasn't my idea, therefore, its stupid.
We have hired two new employees in reception because my office manager fired one (for not being able to work closing hours because she has kids...again, I kid you not) and another quit because the stress was making her sick (she has lupus).
Today I get in, after school and my first midterm, and my office manager was working in the reception area. She's in a hissy fit (nothing abnormal) and is saying "I'm going to kill whoever the H*L* is doing this!!" and she has two files in her arm. I asked if she was talking about the upside down labels that I'd been seeing? She just looked at me and I said that I thought one of the new girls probably didn't know that she was putting them on upside down. She aparently wasn't talking about that and said, "Well, maybe you should tell her!!!" I said that I would.
Then, one of the other receptionists tells me my stamp is in. (from above, with the yellow cards) I tell her that its no longer going to be a procedure and she asked why. I was feeling a bit frisky, so I said "Because its wasn't Dr. _____'s idea" and laughed. The office manager, who LOVES that doctor, btw, gets all pissy and says, "Well, its HOW you approach him." and stomps off.
I hear later from my friend that she went to the breakroom where she told at least 5 other co-workers that I'm a b*tch and that I'm "very unaccepting of new people at work". She told them all that she's going to make sure I'm not scheduled with the new people for the next two weeks, because I might be mean to them!!! Me?? Me?? I just don't get it. I feel like I work in opposite world. Its just so odd. Especially since I'm good friends with one of the new girls (she has 10 cats and we call each other our "twin") and the other confided in me that she's gay and I'm the only person she likes working with because I'm so nice. Um...where was my office manager when she said that??
I just don't get it. You really don't get anything for being nice, other than learning how to ignore people who aren't.
I know that if I confront my boss, its useless.
Why oh why do I stay there??? Why oh why can't I actually BE a b*itch and not care???
Thanks for letting me vent. ;)