Work Update
So, Thursday was the test. That's the day that Dr.B (Aka "The Evil One") is in the clinic, and that usually means an assload of pain.
This Thursday was different.
This Thursday, T was out sick (infected wisom teeth... ugh!). Dr. B had to rely on me for everything, especially regarding her follow up and consult patients for the day.
She was afraid of me.
She couldn't bring herself to look me in the eye. I don't think she knew I was the one who ratted her out, but with T out, I suspect she figured it was one of us and she'd better not risk it. Her tone of voice was scared, like a kid who's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
I told Ellen, a lady who does what I do over at the Brigham about this. She'd had her share of problems with Dr. B and she supported my ratting out 1,000%. I told her about how Dr. B was acting on Thursday.
Ellen said: "Act like you own the place. You do, in a way. She needs you more than you'll ever need her. In fact, you don't need her at all. Now she knows that. Tell me you're being syrupy sweet to her!"
Oh, I was. I played dumb about the whole snitching, and proceeded to basically bitchslap the lady with the sweetest words possible.
Victory is mine!
This Thursday was different.
This Thursday, T was out sick (infected wisom teeth... ugh!). Dr. B had to rely on me for everything, especially regarding her follow up and consult patients for the day.
She was afraid of me.
She couldn't bring herself to look me in the eye. I don't think she knew I was the one who ratted her out, but with T out, I suspect she figured it was one of us and she'd better not risk it. Her tone of voice was scared, like a kid who's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
I told Ellen, a lady who does what I do over at the Brigham about this. She'd had her share of problems with Dr. B and she supported my ratting out 1,000%. I told her about how Dr. B was acting on Thursday.
Ellen said: "Act like you own the place. You do, in a way. She needs you more than you'll ever need her. In fact, you don't need her at all. Now she knows that. Tell me you're being syrupy sweet to her!"
Oh, I was. I played dumb about the whole snitching, and proceeded to basically bitchslap the lady with the sweetest words possible.
Victory is mine!