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it all falls down Mom and I went shopping last night after work, and while we were trying on some clothes, my phone rang. I didn't know the number, so I sent it to voice mail, and listened once I heard the beep. It was the OA, and she was upset. I listened for awhile, but then just hung up. And the end didn't seem to be in sight. It weight on my mind for the rest of our shopping trip. When I got home, I listened to the full message. It was a 5 minute rant about how by my asking her to talk to me, I was sending the NR the message that I was her boss, (funny, the NR was away at lunch at the time we spoke....did I send the message telepathically??). Then she said I was reprimanding her and telling her how Dr Ass' office should be run. It went on and on telling me how wrong I was, how I made her feel like shit, how she loves me and none of this is personal, but I have embarrassed her and made her feel uncomfortable. When it was finally done, I was just stunned. And furious. That bitch! To pretend that all was fine and then to leave me a 5 minute message ranting about how I supposedly did her wrong. I was beside myself. I took a bath, trying to cool down. Didn't happen. My mom came into my room and asked what was wrong, and I couldn't even talk about it without crying. I had decided then that I would would not talk to her about it--that I was done with her, and I would just talk to Tom. I called Artboy, and as soon as he picked up the phone, I started crying again. I let him know what happened, asked him to distract me, but that didn't work. He asked about where I wanted to put my desk in the new place, and then silence. So I hung up, re-listened to her message, and decided to write her a letter. There was no way I was talking to her...I couldn't. I knew I would cry, and I wasn't about to let that happen. Plus, it isn't like the woman would ever listen to a thing I had to say. She'd just interrupt like she always does, and frankly, I wasn't feeling strong enough to fight that. I wrote it out, gave ARtboy another call and read it to him. He thought it was great. I told him that I was going to talk to my boss first, let him know what was going on, and let him read it to see if I needed to change anything. He thought that was a great idea and he was proud that I wasn't "acting like the victim anymore." Grr. By this point, I'd taken a pill so I could go to sleep and it was working. I was so so tired, but I had to put it on a zip drive so I could take it to my mom's computer and email it to myself. Finally got that done, and fell right to sleep. I woke up this morning, and I was just shaking. I had this awful feeling in my stomach, and everything in me was saying to just roll over and go back to bed. But I dragged myself out of bed, put on my new red shirt (for strength) and dragged myself off to work, working over what I was going to say over and over. By the time I got to work, I could think about it without tearing up, so I thought I would be fine. I came in, opened my email, printed off the letter, and got up to talk to my boss. Discovered his door was closed, and that the OA was in there. The NR called the OA out to answer a call, and I took that moment to let my boss know I needed to talk to him when he had a moment. He came in shortly after that, and as soon as he sat down in the chair and I opened my mouth to speak, the tears started to come. I pushed them back, but my voice....my voice gave me away. I was angry at myself and apologized, saying I was trying very hard not to get upset. He saw the papers on my desk and was looking at them--I wonder if he thought it was a resignation letter. I was surprised to find out that she hadn't told him that she'd called me last night. So I filled him in on what she said, told him that I was very upset about it, and told him that I dread coming to work each day because of her and her constant complaining about something. I told him that I cannot talk to her about this right now, but that I had written a letter, and I wondered if he would read it and tell me what he thought. He said it was well written and that he didn't think I needed to change anything. But he asked me to wait to give it to her. That he wanted to talk to Dr Ass first to see if they could come up with another solution. (I think that was just to find out if he could give me a piece of news.) He came and got the letter when he went to talk to Dr Ass, and then came back and said that Dr Ass said it was also well written and that if she came to him complaining about it, he would let her know that he had read it and that there was nothing out of line about it. My boss told me that if it was okay with me, that he would give it to her and talk to her, and I said that was fine. He then told me that there was an end in sight. That Dr Ass has found a replacement for her and she should be starting in a couple months. The OA will just do his transcription from home at that point. So I was right when I assumed that things he'd said previously meant that she wouldn't be here much longer. So, he gave her the letter, and I didn't hear a peep from her. I left the office for lunch, deciding to go to Planned Parenthood to pick up my Nuvaring during lunch instead of trying to remember to go after work. I then stopped at Sonic for lunch and ate in my office. We didn't talk until just before she left. The NR mentioned that there was pineapple in the fridge and she wished there was a knife. I had one, so I gave it to her, and then the OA asked her why I had a knife, and I got up and said it was so I could cut my apples. We all then talked about pineapple. I must mention how wonderful fresh pineapple is. Who knew? |