***Sunidaze***

vigurl

I want to hear your blaze of glory story! LOL

Sunidaze

Okay - back in '06 I took a job at a local hospital that I had wanted to work at since I was in high school.  I considered this to be my 'dream' job.  I was a residency coordinator for one of the programs.  Prior to that, I had spent five years as a secretary in a med staff office of another hospital (if you're not familliar with medical staff offices, kinda think of it as the physicians' HR).

So anyway, I interivewed with the director of the program for this position and he hired me on the spot so of course I was ecstatic.  Within a couple of months I realized what a mistake that had been.  I had actually taken a job working for Satan himself.  The people I worked with were fine, loved the residents - they were all great guys.  But ooh boy, the director, he was a piece of work. 

I found out shortly after taking the job that nearly the entire department (both academic and clinical side) had turned over, either voluntarily or involuntarily.  The person in my position previously was actually the director's SIL...and she had left that position several months prior to work in a different department because from what I understand, she hated it.  She was in her office crying every day because something he said, done, etc.  I never received actual hands-on training from someone who knew what they were doing.

If someone in either side of the department screwed up, that was always a trip, he would call a bunch of us into a patient room on the clinical side, including the person that he perceived as having screwed up...then he would lecture all of us and quiz us all on whatever the error was and talk about this person - who was standing right there with the rest of us but he would never directly look at the person who screwed up.

He was beyond the usual demanding boss.  And unwritten part of the job description (which, actually, I never received a job description) was that you needed to be a mind reader.  Nobody in the department was allowed to be friends with one another.  Everyone was expected to be at his beck and call 24/7.  He had horrible beside manner (however, my brother ended up as a patient after I left...the first time this doc had no clue that he was my brother so he was a total ass, the second time a resident had seen my brother first and must have told the doc that he was my brother because he was golden to him - when I left I insisted on an exit interview...which I completed in full detail and attached a letter with even more detail and he must have been given copies).  Not only was he an ass, but to him (he was foreign born...I let you figure out the general area) most women were second class citizens, he was a bit racist, and rumor has it (as with most docs I've come across) a womanizer.  He was also the hospital's cash cow.

He had one woman working for him that I referred to as his minion (not like the cute cuddly Disney minions either).  She was an evil witch who had a grand ol' time whenever she was called upon to fire someone (she was a medical assistant, that was her training, but he gave her so much more power).

The year that I worked for him, the stress got so bad I was losing sleep.  If I did sleep I got very combative to where DH would end up on the couch (I had just moved in with him not long after starting this position).  I had constant headaches.  I lost weight...which is good, but not the way to do it.  I became a 24/7 biitch and hated waking up and going to work every day.  Just all around miserable. 

I reached my breaking point one day, smack dab in the middle of resident interviews (this is where perspective residency candidates came in for interviews).  His minion had sent me an email about something that I neglected to read the director's mind on.  The tone of her email just totally set me off.  I was pissed, everyone knew it.  I never cried at the job (I mentioned previously his SIL was in her office daily crying) but that just put me over the edge.  When I get really pissed, really worked up, I cry.  And it just turned ugly.  I decided right then and there I was done.  I called DH (we were recently engaged by the point) because he knew what I was going through, he backed me up 100%.  Each of the residents spent time in my office trying to talk me out of it.  I mean it just got ugly.  And emotional.  And long overdue.  Finally halfway through the day, I fired off an email (that I wish I had saved for my self it was so good) to the minion said my farewells and was gone.  Now granted, this is almost five years ago (I left towards the end of '07) so missing a lot of the details but this is the gist.

vigurl

OMG.  You made it in that hell hole over a year!  Crazyness! 

Sunidaze

You have no idea.  I tell you what though...it was definitely a learning experience...I definitely learned form it and definitely grew as a person from it. 

vigurl

I'm sure.  I worked a bad job once and it really taught me to appreciate every other job after!