Rumblings at the Office
Warning: venting ahead!!
Well, I've been immersed in fending off my evil coworker's attempts to manipulate me or order me around these last few days. I've been doing very well, I might say--I've been bold, spoke my mind in a joking way.
Thursday (this is Saturday) was a rough and busy day. We had several emergencies and constant phone calls, orders flying everywhere, people wanting med refills that had to be researched(find the chart, then go search through loose filing for the latest dictation) and called in to the pharmacy. You get the picture. Well, she had been sticking her nose into everything and doing basically nothing except offer dire warnings of doom and not helping. She even refused to do one complicated refill because it involved calling medicaid (this was for a child!) and using her brain to figure out how to make it work. I did it because it was a sensitive situation and I knew she would look bad for refusing to do something the manager told her to do.
Well anyway, all day she had been overbearing, pushy and just poking me with a stick until she poked one time too many. A favorite patient of mine, had been a little incontinent on one of the exam room chairs. These chairs are 4 years old and worn, with some stains. I soaked up as much as I could then cleaned it with our super duper kill anything cloths. It was drying in another room when she decided to inspect it. She decided it was going to leave a ring and I should go scrub it with paper towels and liquid hand soap and try to rinse with wet paper towels. Fuck that noise. I'm up to my ears in charts and important work to do. I was trying to fend her off when another helpful gal comes up and gets into it. Evil coworker tries to shame me into doing it by saying "What would you do it it were your home?" and things like that. Helpful gal offers to do it and that's when I couldn't take it any longer. I'd never live it down if she did it. Steaming mad, I got up and went to the room where the chair was, all along saying don't slam the door, don't slam it, so I shut it kinda firmly. I started scrubbing, hard. Helpful gal comes in, wondering why I'm mad--she just doesn't get the undercurrents. She offers again, I say no, I need to calm down and scrubbing will help. She offers to take a couple of charts off my desk , ok and leaves. I think removing myself from the situation was a good idea. I scrubbed for about 10 minutes, until calm enought to go back to my desk. Remember, we share a long counter/desk side by side. She says "Are you mad?" Yes, and I don't want to talk about it. "Well why?" I don't want to talk about it!. "Well, I didn't mean to make you mad." Silence, since I really didn't know what to say. She just has to know when to back off and give people some space. She pushes and pushes to get her way, most of the time I say no and handle it calmly, but after a rough day with her on my back--she just went too far. I did some work--fast because it was almost 5:00 and finally felt like I was ok and not mad. I wanted it to be over. So I took some charts up front and when I came back I passed her in the hall and stopped to say I wasn't mad anymore and was over it. She shot back"Why, did you tell Mary?" (office manager) and kept on walking. I said no, I didn't tell anyone. So, it was now time to go home, I left, angry and later, tearful. Not much sleep that night.
The next day I'm miserable and have a stomach ache at work. Office manager askes me what's wrong and I tell her, in private, and she's mad. She has had enough of evil coworker's attitude. She is going to the administrator. I don't know what they can do about it. They want her to quit, but don't want to fire her because she might file for unemployment payments.
It was too quiet all morning long. Uncomfortably quiet. At noon, I used my lunch hour to buy a small radio for my desk. Everyone else has one or a small group share a radio. I cleared it with managment first--(even asked if I should get headphones--no, just keep the volume down) but I did not ask the wicked witch for her "permission" or if it would bother her. Normally I would, but not this time. Not with our past history. The radio is too low for her to hear--I can barely hear it myself. She didn't say a word the whole time I was unpacking and arranging it on my desk. She may not have said anything to me the rest of the afternoon--I don't remember. If she's mad, she'll have to get over it.
The rest of the day I worked hard until quitting time, while she read her drug book for the last hour. No one noticed because it at a quick glance, it looks legit. I didn't say anything about it. I was too busy to bother.
I hope she quits.