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"Bad day... Fuck it..."

You know, I pride myself on upholding the best of work ethics. If I do something wrong I will automatically cop to it and say, "Okay, this was something that I had done." I know no one is immune to having to eat crow every now and then. So why is it that I can't work with people who have the same work ethic?

Today, Joann (The Boss... She does kinda remind me of Mama too) went asking for a couple of client charts. Come to find out that filing was missing out of them. So she calls over to the bitches in medical records and they go into tizzy mode. After about a half an hour they're on full on rant mode blaming ME for the missing notes. Calling people to see what they did when they didn't have notes for time sheets, snooping around. Of course this is lead bitch Kea! And all the while they are saying that it's MY fault.

How the fuck is that my fault when I pass all the notes to YOUR fucking department!?!?!

So okay, when I realize that I was going to be their little scapegoat I went in Diane's office and told Joann. She told me not to worry about, but then it got worse and so did their scapegoat. So I asked if I could talk to Joann personally about it cause they were up here screaming at the top of their lungs.

So I run downstairs, go into Joann's office and wait for her to get off the phone. When she got off the phone, I couldn't help it, I started crying. And I mean I was crying to the point of hysteria. I told her that I do what I'm supposed to do and when I make a mistake I fully admit it and apologize for it. But not them. They go on these unnecessarily tirades and start blaming people.

And while she did listen to me, she said I didn't have any proof. Actually I did, but I didn't want to drag Christine the Occupational therapist into it. She was there checking charts and heard the whole thing taking place. But I didn't want to drag her into it because that wouldn't have been right and would have put her in a precarious position.

But anyway, Joann called upstairs and asked Kea what was going on cause I was down here crying and she still got defensive. After she got off the phone with her she said that she would talk to Miss Bitchy on Monday and remind her that she can't yell or blame anyone for problems in the office.

I feel a bit better, but I want an apology, but I know that's 100% out of the question. An apology would be an admission of being wrong, and heaven forbid someone would actually admit they were wrong in that shit hole department. I think if someone admitted they were actually wrong instead of scapegoat I would absolutely die from shock.

Oh well... I know one thing, I have to go back to school. This job has to be left. I can't stand working with ghetto women. Actually I can't stand working with all women in-general, but it's far worse when you work with people with ghetto mentality, especially when you're nothing like that yourself.

I feel like a square peg in an round hole. I will never fit in around here, nor do I want to either. I want to go back to school and do something, ANYTHING more productive then working here with people who are beneath me.
Tags: are you f-ing serious?!, bad day, come on now?!, frustration, really?!, work rant
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