Sunday, September 02, 2012
Life really surprises you, doesn't it? I have an already jam-packed life, and now I have to add in job hunting. I got fired on Friday. Because I'm fat. That pretty much sums it up, but here's the long story...
Back goes out a couple of weeks ago, gets a little better, then Thursday BAM! (and not in the good way). I can't get out of bed. So, I call in sick. It's a slow day, and the office manager should be able to cover, right? I mean, after all she does get paid salary for working two hours a day where she only comes in and collects the money from the day before. I do all of her other work, aside from hiring new people. I mean, I am front office, collections, trainer, insurance supervisor, back office supervisor...whatever she needs me to do, I do it. Honestly, she doesn't need me to do anything, because she doesn't actually do much when she does work. But, whatever. I've been dealing with this same crap for the past six years. I haven't gotten a raise in four years. Everything that goes wrong in the office is my fault. And, yet, when they leave town (the office manager and the doctor are married with kids), I am the one in charge? So, I must not be doing everything wrong, right? Because they would not leave me in charge, right? The bullst has ran off four good employees in the past year and a half, all of which were there for years. Noone wants to work for someone that treats them like a dog, but I stuck in there because I didn't want to leave them without someone to run the office. Now, I'm pretty much like, whatever. Should I go in to work on Tuesday, or just say fk it?
Why would I go into work on Tuesday if I was fired? Because I wasn't fired, per se. I was told to look for a job, go to the gym (more on that in the next paragraph), and give her a week or two's notice before I started the new job. Because she "cares". Dude, whatever! Your sorry arse just doesn't want to pay me unemployment so you "let" me have more time off to go to the gym and to look for a job because you "care". So nice of you!
So, the gym. She tells me that I need to go to the gym (well, DUH!) and that I can do that on the day off and the weekends. Well, how gracious of you, little mrs get the hl up right before your husband takes your son to the bus stop, just to brush your teeth to take the other son to the bus stop, go back home and sleep. Then, you go to the gym, shower, show up at work at two or three in the afternoon. To leave work at four to take your sons to Tae Qwon Do or swim practice or whatever you have them doing to make you not actually have to take care of them. They have McDonald's or Taco Bell at lunch every day, pb sandwiches for breakfast, and he picks up something for dinner every night on his way home from being at work for nine hours. She even has people to clean her house! No, I'm not jealous, I just want to know why rich people have to be more important than the little people? I mean, I would absolutely LOVE to get paid to sit on my arse at home or go to the gym and have people clean my house. Normal people have to find time in their day to spend time with the family, cook because they can't afford to eat out every meal, and clean the house, plus the extracurriculars (of which my children have one, Girl Scouts). No, my language is not very GS-like, but I really don't care right now. I am pissed!
Oh, yeah, why can I justify saying that I was fired for being fat? Because she said "it's not about the weight, really, you're just unhealthy. It's your back today, next it's going to be your knees, your shoulder, your heart." Gee, thanks for worrying! WTF do you think I was trying to work on myself? I'm sorry that I got the bad end of the gene pool. I mean, asthma, double joints that pop out when they want, back problems, bad eyes, being fat. Only the last happened when I was older, when I was fat. Yes, I had all those other problems before becoming the freaking whale that I am now. It's not like I'm not trying, it's just that it's not happening fast enough.
I mean, it's not like I wasn't trying to get out of that job, anyway. When I first started there, they were good people. Now, I really think (and I'm not the only employee that thinks that) they are having marital problems. The rumours (from their neighbors) about cheating, the mid life crisis the both of them seem to be going through, the constant fighting at work, in front of patients! To top it off, the business isn't as profitable as it should be. She has had to borrow money to pay wages several times. They are even debating whether to close for good and him go back to the hospital (with her going back to work as an RN?) or whether to buy a condo at the beach, move into the top floor and have the clinic at the bottom. With one employee, her. To be medical assistant and billing all rolled up into one? HAHAHAHA, that's pretty much what I'm doing right now, there's no way she will allow that to happen. She's straight up too spoiled!
Am I bitter, yeah I am! If you are going to fire me, FIRE ME! Don't beat around the bush and be all wishy-washy. Now, the big question remains, do I go into work on Tuesday, or just tell her where to shove it? Hmmm...let me see how tomorrow goes! Let me see if my kids piss me off enough to tell her where to put the job, or if I'm going to suck it up and be all nice and good for my last few days. And, I need luck finding a job since I've been trying for the past two years, with no luck! Lots of applications, but no call-backs. It's not like I haven't been trying. Let me stop before I go all bi-polar and get sappy, poor me up in here. I'ma stop while I'm just pissed!