So I have a two for one rant for you awesome watchers today! Well for those of you that choose to read my journals that is: the rest of you are welcome to just quietly fav my art and carry on. I understand that some of you are too lazy to read long journals or just flat out don’t care. It’s okay; I won’t hurt you…today (kidding). I’m mostly writing a journal since I had a few friends on here point out to me how quiet I’ve been lately- that and my last journal was months ago so, meh, why not?

So what’s got me fired up now? I had to deal with not one, but two managers that thought just because they’re my superiors, they could push me around! However…they don’t know me very well. Anyone that knows me, online and in real life, knows I don’t let anyone push me around, regardless of title, how popular they are, or how much power they have. And if said person is wrong about something? I’ll be smiling as I’m calling them out on their error. Anyway, I’m going to break these rants into mini stories for simplicity sake, since one happened before the other and to keep this journal relatively organized.

Rant 1

Well I may have gotten a manager in trouble at my job and possibly written up for trying to push something she did wrong off on me-

…what? She had it coming dang it. I will NOT let people walk over me, much less make me their scapegoats- manager or not. Let me start at the beginning:

Earlier, the manager of Dietary, we’ll call her *Mary, and one of her employees, came by my department to drop off some coffee and refreshments for the new employees that were coming through orientation in our department. Now, from the get-go, there was issues with the order: she was supposed to have set up the drinks at 7:45 that morning (orientation started at 8am) but she did not arrive until 9. However, we shrugged it off; afterall, people get busy, especially on Mondays and she did get it there. Anyway, she asked if we had a cart to put the drinks on as she couldn’t leave their department’s cart in our area…it was their policy or something like that. Fine, I said I would let her use one of our carts if they just needed something to set some coffee and water on. When I asked her where she wanted the drinks, Mary claimed there was no room for the cart in the room where the orientation was going on so she was going to leave the cart outside the room- remember that last part; it’ll come into play shortly.

There was a speaker in the room with the employees, so rather than interrupt her, I left the cart of drinks right outside the door of the room and Mary left thinking she had done all she was supposed to do. So now where's a cart full of drinks in a public hallway that anyone could walk by and grab something off.

And that’s when crap hit the fan…

I told Gina, one of the girls in HR where the refreshments were and what had happened and she told me to “Call Bootcamp Girl.” Any of my regular watchers that have read my journals or listened to me rant know who bootcamp girl is. Bootcamp girl is a no nonsense woman that will smile in your face until you leave her office...then she will go off on you so hard your ears will be burning from her rage. Not to mention, she’s a workout fanatic, hence the nickname “bootcamp girl.” Anyway, I called her up, put her on speakerphone so Gina and my other coworker that was in my office at the time could hear what she said because I KNEW this was going to be good, and told her exactly what happened: from how the drinks were delivered over an hour late, to how they left them out in the hallway for anyone to just come by and help themselves- which no, the latter isn’t awful…but keep in mind I work in a hospital. Do you really want patients and visitors who have who knows what sipping and touching something you want to drink? And what’s worse, there was a class two doors away full of diabetics. I can see it now: patient sees free coffee full of sugar, helps themselves. Enter diabetic coma…blame hospital for providing said sugar filled beverage to them. Yeah, not good. Plus the drinks were paid for out of Human Resources’ budget. They did not want to feed or provide drinks for the public, lol

After I told bootcamp girl all of that? Silence on the phone. Gina warned me that’s not a good sign. So bootcamp girl finally spoke and said, “I’ll take care of this.” Meanwhile, me and Gina were not only able to get the cart of refreshments in the room where the orientation was going on? But it there was ample space for the cart (…). Lazy wench…but I let it go, afterall, the drinks were in the room now, no harm came of it, and everyone was happy. Or so I thought…

Apparently bootcamp girl told the manager of HR what happened, who in turned told Mary’s supervisor about the incident. Mary’s supervisor emailed her following up about the incident, which made Mary very unhappy.

And here’s the part where I almost committed workplace violence against another coworker.

Around 1pm, I heard my name called overhead: they wanted me to call an extension in the hospital. Well that’s never good. something about hearing your name called overheard when you’re at work just feels so…disciplinary. Like you did something wrong. So I call the extension: it was Mary! Apparently, she had tried to call me shortly before, but since I was on the phone talking to a physician and didn’t answer her call? She got impatient and called me overheard (…). Shame on me for not hanging up on a physician, a person who saves lives for a living, and had an important question specifically for me. No, I should have hung up right then and there and spoken to a disgruntled child employee that thinks the world revolves around her! I’m so selfish and rude! *sarcasm

And she was hotter than a furry during fa downtime who can’t get their fill of porn! (Okay, bad analogy is bad; I apologize) Mary basically called to tell me how it was MY fault that the cart of refreshments was left out in the hall and next time, “Don’t say my name unless you get the facts straight.”

…

I took a deep breath, said “Yes ma’am,” in the nicest, yet sarcastic way possible and hung up the phone. And then I called up HR and told Gina and bootcamp girl what happened. They told me to come over- now. So I did and after telling the story to bootcamp girl again: how apparently it was my fault that the cart wasn’t not taken in the room with the employees, how it was left out in the hall and she had nothing to do with it…down to her telling me off on the phone. Bootcamp girl was furious, especially since Mary had also come to her office shortly before and said how it was “my fault” for the incident, not hers. However bootcamp girl shrugged it off since she knew Mary was just pushing the blame off on me. But when I told bootcamp girl about that phone call? She had me come talk to Bob, the manager of HR and tell him exactly what happened.

So at this point I’m asking myself how the hell did a simple cart full of coffee and water snowball into potential workplace violence?! I told Bob point blank if I knew I wouldn’t lose my job, I would have punched the crap out of that woman….he actually laughed at that [did I mention I love my job! How many people can jokingly say that to the manager of HR without fear of repercussions?! ] But yeah, my face was red, that’s how mad I was. One of my coworkers that passed me in the hall asked me did I need to hit something to calm down because my face was so red: oh, if only he knew…

After explaining the situation to Bob, he said he would take care of things for me. See, Human Resources is somewhat protective of me, particularly Bob, because of all I do for them. And in return, they take care of me (I sound like I’m involved with the mafia, haha). Bob called up Mary’s supervisor and had him come to HR- ASAP. Her manager already knew what it was about but he begrudgingly came down anyway.

So to make a long story short (because this journal is long enough as is), after a nice 30 minute meeting with HR, they apologized to me for what happened. Bob even informed me that Mary has a history of throwing people, including her own staff, under the bus to avoid taking blame for her actions. Wow…people like that really sicken me. And you want to know what the bad thing about this situation? Her manager told us he didn’t even scold or get upset at her over the cart in the hall; he just emailed Mary and told her make sure it doesn’t happen again. But after she told me off? Oh, he was fuming and said there was no excuse for her behavior. Last I saw him, he was leaving the cafeteria after talking with her *snickers and clears my throat*

On a sidenote, I will not be eating or going near the cafeteria at my job for a while.

Rant 2

Now this rant had me really fired up- mostly because me and this particular manager, let’s call him Dusty, don’t get along very well. He’s one of those people that will smile in your face and politely address you in the hallway…only to go behind your back and “tattle” on you to your manager, rather than come to your face and address the issue he’s having. The coward's chain of command if you will. In addition, I was told by one of my coworkers he’s intimidated of strong women and hates being told he’s wrong. As you can imagine, me and him don’t get along. Anyway…

I received an email a few hours ago from the safety manager addressed to myself and my boss from my dear buddy Dusty regarding some safety training all the employees are required to do monthly. The training is set up online via an LMS program: the safety manager creates the training and I set it up, publish it online, and sends out reports to the managers. The training and questions are made to be simple, yet cover the hospital’s rear in case Joint Commission comes through to see if the employees competent on various healthcare safety protocols and procedures. But I digress. Apparently Dusty got a question wrong on the training. And rather than go back, retake the test (the test has unlimited attempts until you pass it!), correct the answer, and just pass the training? He emails the safety manager stating that the answer on the quiz is incorrect.

*facepalms so hard*

…okay, Dusty made his biggest mistake right there: he went to another manager AND my manager instead of directly coming to me with his problem. And the funny thing is? I JUST spoke to him less than an hour before he sent the dang email and asked him if there was anything I could help him with: but no, he said he wanted to speak with my manager instead. However, my manager wasn’t around, so Dusty merely said, “Don’t worry about it.” Which I’m assuming that’s what the issue was…hence the lovely email.

I hate people that do that crap! Rather than confronting the person you’re having an issue with, you talk about them behind their backs or worse, go over them thinking that will solve your problem. It…usually has a tendency to make matters worse: not to mention make you look like a complete jackass. So after I read over his little qq fest, I “politely” informed him that he was not only wrong, but had he read the training material carefully, he would gotten the question correct the first time. I even bolded the keywords in the training, which had he read, he would have seen to get the answer right. The question he missed was a trick question- one of those that if you don’t read carefully, you’ll miss it. And while I did not make the question, I did approve it before it went live. And if 700+ other employees can answer it without issue, so can he! To me that says someone didn’t read, haha. If he just called me and asked about the question, I could have easily explained the answer to him in less than a minute without it escalating to me correcting him and making him look like an idiot in front of two managers via email. But since that’s what he wanted…

He merely replied with a, “Thank you.” to my email and went off with his tail between his legs in defeat. My boss saw my reply to the email and laughed his ass and told me he couldn’t have handled it better himself. Ironically, my boss just came from a meeting with all the managers and Dusty sat next to him in the meeting: he said Dusty didn’t say a peep to him or even glance in his direction the entire time (LOL). The safety manager even came over to my office and laughed about the incident and said I was too nice on him!

*props my feet up on my desk and smirks* So kids, the moral of that story is that reading is a powerful tool. If you read, it will take you far in life…and even help you pass a test or training. The morale of both stories? Don’t mess with a wolfcat: because I will call you out on your stupidity and ignorance!

Anyway, long journal is long but meh, as I said, I know only a handful of my readers will glance over it and to those of you that do? Enjoy the laugh- I know I sure did as I was typing this journal out and dealing with those idiots!

Why did I write a journal about my work life? Because otherwise my life has been pleasantly calm, quiet, and drama free…hence the silence from me lately. It’s like the old saying, “No news is good news.” Well no journals from me typically means my life is going well and I have nothing worth ranting or chatting about- but don’t let that stop you from saying hi or poking me regardless! I’m still around, just quiet. On that note…I should get back to work! Have a good one


*names changed to protect the ignorant and dumb