12:51 p.m. - 15 March 2003
P is for Pretend
P is for Pretend
Or, in this case, it's actually about not pretending anymore: I told my current boss that I've accepted a new position at the hospital and will be leaving the office in about two weeks. I signed the employment contract on Thursday and told her first thing Friday morning.
It's really a huge load off of my mind; I was worried about how she would take it and whether or not she'd ask me why I was leaving. It went a lot better than I was expecting, frankly; there were no questions, no recriminations (yet, anyway), and not half-hearted requests for me to reconsider. Which is good, since she is why I'm leaving.
I think P is also for Prescient in this case, since it sounds like Nikki also got out of a bad work situation. I'm happy for her, and honestly, I'm pretty jealous. I would have loved to go out like that, but there's just no way I could have: there isn't anywhere else in town that can afford to pay me what I need to make. Well, there are a couple of places, but then I'd be throwing my retirement account in the toilet.
Besides, I do enjoy working for the hospital – for the most part, anyway. I like the people I work for and/or with, too; except for my boss. She has made my life a living hell for eight months now, and it's well past time for me to move on.
And it's not like she's a raving lunatic; for the most part, she's a very pleasant person. But she's incredibly condescending and convinced of her own superiority. She prides herself on her good grammar skills, but at the same time, she continues to be pretentious. For example, she never calls anyone and no one ever calls her: everyone phones. I keep wanting to tell her that phone is a noun, not a verb.
There's also her work load; she's always so busy that she delegates stuff to the rest of us, but I have yet to figure out what she's doing in her office. She takes four or five days to create minutes from the four-hour weekly staff meetings; the minutes end up being three to four pages, max. I did minutes for a ninety-minute meeting that ended up being eight pages; they only took me about a day and a half, too, and that was with doing several other projects at the same time.
But I have hope that the CEO may be using my departure as a springboard for getting rid of her; I heard a rumor that the CEO is over her attitude and habit of passing the buck (did I mention the other day she sent me an email for me to bring her a form out of the supply closet? I'm not making this up) and would love to get rid of her. Alas, the fact that she's been in the Administrative offices for seventeen years means that she knows where all the bodies are buried.
In two weeks, though, I won't have to worry about it anymore; I'll be in my own little office, with a door that shuts, working for someone I actually like and respect. It'll be nice not to have to pretend to get along with my boss for a change.
This has been an entry for AlphaBytes. I'm working my way through the alphabet backwards just because I can.
