March 29, 2012
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waiting still
….for the stable transports, but they aren’t coming to us yet. They’ve not scheduled the others for surgery either.
Today I go in early to find that my assignment has been changed. The surgeon is pissed. He has 14 cases, and he’s spewing fire. I’m assigned to a room where a crucial part of the case wasn’t booked. I end up having to run for instruments. The surgeon is typically hard to please, but he compliments me and tells the supervisor that he wants me to work with him more often. She mutters to the secretary, “Yeah, you and everyone else.” I give lunch relief in the other surgeon’s room, “Where the FUCK have you been?” he growls. His PA explains that I was assigned to another room. He waves it away, “They gave me a fucking retard. If ____ is here, then why isn’t she in my room?”
One of the anesthesiologist’s laughs, “You’re a popular girl. How long before they have you working day shift?” I groan and roll my eyes. He laughs, “I’ve never seen someone who had so many fans.” I give him the finger which delights him more.
Eventually, I feel bad though. I text my kids when I discover that I will be staying until 5:30 pm. I shoot a text to D, Happy Birthday….
He sends bright and cheerful texts. They irritate me. I post on his page because that’s what’s done. It’s obvious that I’m going through the motions because the greeting is about as spare as it could possibly be. He’s on a great deal lately and he comments immediately, thanking me and complimenting the profile photo subject. I comment that it’s just a photo. Then I realize what he’s doing, and I delete the post. I go back and change the photo, repost the spare greeting. This time he gets the message and says thank you.
Then he proceeds to light up my phone with texts. Fishing. He takes a critical test today. He assures me that he’s studied very hard for it. It will take all day. I’m polite and tell him that I’m certain he’ll do well and wish him luck. I wonder if he’ll text or call when he gets the results. Somehow, I think he will.
I text J and tell him that I’m too tired to deal with any of this at the moment. J said to stay away as long as possible, but reminded me that eventually I go back. I did, but that was before I knew that he told lies about me. I’m not sure if I want to go back. It’s not comfortable having him acting so chipper, as though nothing is wrong, when he addresses me. I’m not even sure that I want to be his aquaintance.
Taking my uncertainty to work, because I don’t know what else to do with it.
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“He sends bright and cheerful texts. They irritate me” That made me laugh, I think I do that and irritate a few people myself.