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WindingRoad said:
I personally like the chocolate cake trap.. I go to the cafe and buy lunch or whatever and get a big piece of chocolate cake... I go right up to the person who's been in my face and say.."Oh dear, I ate too much and I can't eat this cake. I thought of you and want you to enjoy it.."
These meanies can't handle nice..LOLLL
WR,,, three commas for Becca
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WindingRoad:
Back in 2000, I was hired as a computer professional by a company that I think just wanted me to do a short project. When I was over, I was done.
I'm thankful though because my wife told me that the company she works for (a medical supply firm) needed a driver. This is the job that helped me come to the persuasion of changing professions.
The guy who was president of this company had a severe temper problem, liked to swear at his employees, call them his "minions" and motivate them via intimidation. At one point, he had even been arrested AT WORK for assault; he was poised to deck someone. He had someone call the police to have someone else hauled off, but by the time they showed up, he started getting violent. I remember watching him being escored out of the building to the local public safety building...hoisted on his own petard. Remember, this guy is in the healthcare profession!!! He's a licensed Pharmacist.
At one point in my time at his firm, he informed me that between 8:30 and 5, he was my "lord and master". No, I don't think so.
Well, about 6 months after that, I was making appointments with concentrator patients to do routine checks on the units. What happened was a P.R. crisis when one woman said (angrily and understandibly) that "It'll be difficult for you to check my husband's unit because he's been dead two months." Oh. Oh. Anyway. I apologized profusely and explained that our communications needed to be fixed and that I'd take it to the boss.
His response? Yelling, of course. "We can't know when our patients die!" Yeah. Right. And I always wondered why we put on clown suits and randomly picked up oxygen equipment for no good reason. Plus too, the pick-up forms require a REASON why it was picked up.
Anyway, he fed me a stream of profanity and personal abuse, to which I calmly said (over the cel phone) "You know, as adults, I think we both deserve more respect than to talk this way". That was the last straw for him. Of course I wasn't surprised. He had been trying to get me to quit for some time. Unfortunately though, I had to go back to turn in my keys, etc. It seems like I sat there an hour (probably less) listening to him rant, spitting through his clenched teeth, and POUNDING his fists. And as I kept my cool (Praise God!) he only got worse.
He even demanded some things of me, threatening me (as a FORMER employee) to fire my wife (who works in payroll) unless I did what he wanted. The silliness of it is that the D.O.N. was there as was my supervisor who could have been witnesses to a blackmail lawsuit. And of course, his door was open and plenty of others in cubicles could hear him.
I pity him. One of the last things I did before I left was I stared him right between the eyes and told him that. He's nothing more than a "school yard bully in a mid-fifties body".
I'm not kidding; God gets the glory for my being able to remain detached from this mess. A few years ago I wouldn't have been able to handle it...and ten years ago I was much like him.
And now I can look back and KNOW that I really am interested in healthcare because I was able to stick it out through all his nonsense. I've recently been interviewed for a CNA position at a nursing home maybe 6 blocks from here. They asked me to explain the big change in career. To my pleasure I could explain truthfully and convincingly that I was interested in the profession for what it is, and that I wasn't looking for an easy ride. And I learned to keep my focus on the positives of my job and not let the "nasties" drag me down.
But I'll never forget how he got so much madder as I got quieter. He wanted control and couldn't have it.
tim
