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a place of my own I can't believe how much quieter it is here without the other assistant. It's been positively lovely today. I find myself looking forward to the two days that she doesn't work here. What a switch from before when I didn't mind her being here...and in fact, kind of liked it. Since the NR's arrival, though, my patience has waned even further. She has been absolutely awful to her this week, and it is only Wednesday! (Not to mention she was only here for two of those days.) Monday, she came into my office, complaining about the NR while she was at lunch, saying she was just clueless...that she wasn't helping her out at all..that she was directing all of the calls her way. Okay, with the other receptionist, she was upset because she took messages for everything...and with this one, she is upset because she is getting all the calls. Make up your mind! I told her that if she wanted the NR to take a message, to --here's a novel idea--TELL HER! Or if she wanted her to handle the call, let her know how to handle it. *Talk to her.* I told her that she's only been here for a week--she needs to learn--and she can't learn if we don't teach her. Then she was going on and on about how much her hands hurt and how she didn't think she could stand to move the files from one cabinet to the next to make room. I suggested she have the NR do it, since it would be easy for her to do so. Of course, though, she refused, and worked on that for the next two days. Tuesday, while the NR was on her lunch break, she came in looking for her. I told her that she was on lunch, and that she had just been at her desk, but maybe she was outside smoking. Then she proceeds to tell me she's a very heavy smoker...that she is outside smoking every 5 minutes. Which is SO not true. I told her that she was wrong--that she goes out once in the morning during her 10 min break, again lunch, and then again during her afternoon break. I did not hide my disgust with the OA for the gross exaggeration. Later in the day, I came back from the bathroom to hear the OA berating the NR because she had written in the appt book in pen. She kept yelling, "You never, ever, ever! write in pen!" and then she asked, "Didn't anyone teach you that at the last medical office you worked at?" The NR told her that they had used a computer to make their appointments. I didn't know what to say this time. I just stood there, trying to find the words to say, and I regret not saying something, tho I'm not sure what that would have been. I had a talk about it with my boss last night, and he's decided she's treating her that way because she is young. Which may be a part of it. But Artboy and my mom seem to think she feels like her job is threatened. Which it may be. She bitched and moaned so much about needing help.."quitting" if they didn't get her help. And now that she has it, she refuses to give her anything to do. Grrr. So, Artboy and I have found a place to live. On Friday afternoon, Artboy called me at work and said that I needed to get down there after work to see this place...the place I'd been planning on going to see earlier in the week, but which I didn't b/c of the "promising" condo. So, after work, I drove down there, and toured it, and all was good. It's near campus, so it might be noisy, but hopefully they take care of the noise as they say they will. We put down a deposit that night, and put our name at the top of the waiting list for May. The apt they had available in April was right across from the railroad, which I did not want, so as they free up in May, we'll be able to have first choice. I feel so relieved. Friday night, we went over to Artboy's cousin's house for a St Patty's Day get together. That was...interesting. Most of the night was fun. They had rented a van, and we had a designated driver drive us to an Fibber McGee's (I think). The line to get in was absolutely amazing, so we decided to try Casey Moore's, which had a lot of ppl in it, but the line was not long at all. For the first half of the night, we were in the back of the patio area, and all was good. I was actually chatting with the folks we were with, who I didn't know, and having a good time. And that was with only 2 beers. But then they decided to go to the front of the patio...in front of the 'house" and my anxiety kicked in. I was having trouble breathing. Too many people. Too much smoke. Too close. I went back to the back for awhile, and on my way back, they were coming back to where we were. Artboy said last night he didn't want to see that scared feeling in my eyes again...that he felt awful. He said he tried to give me some space, but I didn't notice it. We left at 12:30ish, which I was glad for. I was exhausted as I hadn't slept well the night before, and knew I had to get up at 7am for a stamping class the next morning. They decided to go back to Fibber McGee's, which I wasn't thrilled about. And especially wasn't thrilled when the guys behind us starting goofing around. One was giving King George a huge wedgie...evening ripping the elastic band from the underwear. King George is 6'5" and he said about 285 lbs...and he didn't have much room in the seat behind us. His body kept ramming into our seat, pushing me back and forth. And then they started grabbing onto my seatbelt, which was then choking me. And ignored my "Hey, you are choking me!" calls for help. The seatbelt got tangled up with the beads I had around my neck, so it took me awhile to unhook myself, but i finally did. And I just sat there, wishing I could be on my way home. When we arrived at Fibber McGee's, to all of our surprise, we found it closed (did they get shut down by the fire marshall??) and so I got my wish. We went back to the house, and I was able to drive home. Artboy said they all had good things to say about me...especially for putting up with their drunk asses. I was the cool girl friend because unlike the other girls, I hadn't bailed on them earlier. Go me. I got home at 1:30 and immediately fell asleep. And dragged my butt to stamping class the next morning. My head is killing me, and it's just about time to go home from work. Thank goodness. |