OH MY GOD.
Okay, my 44th year is gonna kill me flat out dead. I mean.... Okay so last night, doing something totally familiar, I threw out my back. IN the kind of way where if you don't get muscle relaxers you end up spasming. I freaked. Cuz, I had an appointment with like, my psychiatrist to deal with my return to work requirements.... I got a modified schedule for 2 weeks, I asked for a light, portable laptop with dragon (because it will make my notes less hell, and a couple other things.) I also needed to like get SOMETHING from my pdoc I could take that would turn me from a huge angry shark into a minnow. I was also like, "Duuuude, I know it's outside your scope of practice and all, but could you PLEASE provide me with muscle relaxers of some sort, because I'm going to die. Like, not on purpose, but just die of pain. He gave me valium (for both things) and well, it's sort of working. Then I had him fax my work conditions (I hope) because the dopy secretary was there. She was playing on her phone and said she would "do it later" probably like 4:48 pm or "never time."
So I got copies in case but I have no faxing capacity. Jesus. So my boss was fine with most things and whatnot and I was kind of letting her have it in the "what's next" requirement and all, and she was a like "I gotta talk to HR and call you back." Because I was like, "With my back if I have to switch offices and implement this STUPID plan, I will need facilities maintenance to carry my stuff. Also something in writing about how it works. I'm confused." There was lots of backpedaling and crap and she wanted me to move to the other building. I kept saying no and she finally said she would consult HR and let me know.
Then she called me back and like. the two head docs were gone for 2 weeks and like they have all (I think) read my 8 pg complaint because head dude like sent this email about trying to coexist politely even if it's on separate parts of the building and maybe even "offering up an apology, however small, for your part in this."
I HATED THAT DUDE THE DAY I MET HIM (head doc) AND that will NEVER change. I was like holy Jesus REALLY???? So then creepy evil doc was like "Hey, I'm sorry for not being on board for you coming into my rooms and I'd really like to apologize and INVITE you to come." So, my boss was like "So I can tell the schedulers not to schedule you, but he may wander over." Also, head doctor dude said "maybe you could even sit down and have lunch and work out your differences amicably."
ONLY IF HEAD DOC IS ON THE MENU.
So I said to my boss, "Um, how about this. I will eat some lunch with him in the conference room but like, I am NOT seeing his patients in rooms until my HR complaint is finished."
Sit down and work out your differences? Apologize for my small part? Should I apologize for not demanding he was fired after the first yelling fit? Like I should have? For letting him act douchy?
Anyway so I faintly said to my supervisor that like, since I am going to be on a modified schedule for two weeks maybe she could politely email the two docs of EVIL EVIL EVIL that like, my time would be divided enough already although I'd eat lunch with him in the conference room. Etc. I may like, just say I will be recording interactions because that is an INVITATION into the dragon's lair. Etc.
I really wish I was dead, except the valium is sort of working (for my drunken mood, and I guess my back.) I technically can't strangle evil doc because I'm all woozy and listing sideways when I walk. I can barely GET UP right now, let alone strangle someone.
Looks like it's a great week to HAVE LUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!




I am so screwed. Like, head doc is not a part of HR (I think) but I guess he CAN give lunch instructions or something.
I thought I was working somewhere sane. Then, I remembered. There is no sanity anywhere at this time.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this sucks.
Sorry for the ranty whine but OMG OMG OMG.
I'm not moving though. I have claimed that building and set of patients, much as my favorite doc (who sadly goes on maternity leave soon) has. Like it is MINE, not Dr. Evil's.
FFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOey.
Anna