today was a kind of stinky day to start with. work was kind of a hassle.
my friend britter says jg needs to learn how to write better....
back to work! i guess some time in the day ten dollars was misplaced *ack* stolen *ack* and i guess everyone likes to blame the new girl! that's right! good ol me got the blame. not directly. lemme tell the story.
this guy came in at 2 for an appointment. i checked him in. he couldn't pay for the appointment cause he didn't have an insurance that we covered. so he would have to wait till the appointment was finished and pay out-of-pocket. did i tell him this? no. i figured the doctor would do it. i've heard the doctors tell the paient to pay on the way out so many times, i figured it was their job. SO. i get taken in to the manager's office to learn stuff about coding. around 2:30, that's the designated time for this particular doctor's physical to end. the coding bit, that takes till about 3:15ish.
i come out and everything is hunky-dory. exept for the fact that the staff already thinks i'm a favorite and i just started monday.
can i help it if i pay attention and do what i'm supposed to do? i 'job' is where you *ghasp* 'work'! wow! i guess no one was informed of this.
so we're all done with the coding training session and i get back to work. no biggie. when it's close to the time when 'betty',we'll call her, leaves she checks the balances for the cash, checks and credit cards for that day. evidently the drawer is ten dollars short. great. as if they needed an excuse to pick on me. as they're checking over the paperwork for that day, apparently the patient with the appointment at 2, that i had the pleasure of checking in, never paid for his visit. and i'm the handwriting.
oh, it's on.
'betty' get's all freaked and asks me over and over why i didn't get any money from him. i tell her i didn't see him leave! it's as simple as that! oh, no. that's not an excuse. the manager is going to ask me why i didn't get any money for this patient. that's ok...i'll tell her what i just told you. she is going to be so angry and we'll all have to hear it. i shut up and start yelling at her in my head.
GOOD! if you hadn't heard me...I DID NOT SEE HIM LEAVE! i would have stopped him! of course there's no way any of YOU would've made a mistake, is there? i was learning to CODE for a half hour. is it possible YOU let him leave without paying and I had NOTHING to do with the matter? what's that? yes. that's the answer.
so 'betty' gets off her rant and focuses all her agression on the missing ten dollars. good, get her off my back. we all come to the conclusion that it was just an error when the manager gave us change for that day. ok, we'll live. if that's the problem, we'll find out tomorrow.
as if i didn't have enough grief, before i was about to leave, 'freida' we'll call her, gets a call from 'betty' who has alreadly left to come outside and smoke with her. D-A-N-D-Y! so 'frieda' goes. i know they're talking about me. that's how things run around there. they whisper all day long to eachother right in front of you, why can't they go outside and talk about you? so 'freida' is outside with her 'betty' and the phone rings. it's for the clinical staff. so i have to stop poor 'jill' from leaving so she can take the call. she does. while she's on the phone 'freida' comes back in. i tell her i'm leaving. ok. i go. i feel bad that i gave that phone call to her, so i go to the back and stand around to wait with her. 'rhonda', we'll call her, best friend to 'betty' and a member of the clinical staff comes out of her room and walks up to the front dest to talk with 'freida'. what do i hear. "do you think she took it?" my heart sunk to the floor.
how dare they! i know they were talking about me. they wouldn't talk about 'betty' cause she's one of them. i'm the new girl, i guess it comes with the territory.
*sigh* i guess i'm just really disappointed with that job today. i feel like i don't want to go back monday. but i'm going to. it's just that there are SO many things that could have happened to that ten dollars today and they choose to put it all on my head.
on the way home i made myself put on some God music, i was going to cry.
i'm waiting to get a call from the manager or something asking me what went on. i'll tell her just what i told them. "i didn't see him leave." and it will be the truth.
it's times like these that make me feel awesome to have God as my whitness and friend. no matter what they say, he knows. and he'll be right there to help me. always. - Weller