Work...

Work has hit yet another all-time low today. I didn't think it was possible, but I guess it was.

Now, not only do I have to write down EVERYTHING, including all patient contact, patient emotions/moods, and casual patient conversations, I apparently have to write down WHAT I SAY as well. How retarded is that?! I mean, really... should I buy a mini tape recorder and keep it under my desk and then transcribe everything I said at the end of the day? Will that work? Does she really want to know what I say/don't say to the patients that call me up on the phone?

I've had it. I'm done.
Here's what I plan on saying to Peggy at the end of today:

I will not continue to work under these conditions. When you hired me, did you trust that you made a good decision and that I would do a good job? If so, then PLEASE trust me to do my job. I’m not incompetent; but yet, you always make me feel as such and that is not the way I would like to feel on a daily basis. If you trust your own judgment in hiring me, then you need to demonstrate that by letting me do the job.

If you don’t trust me to be able to do the job without these babysitting tactics, then you should not have hired me. I am under no obligation to accept these conditions, so if the conditions aren’t going to change, then your only choice is to find someone that is willing to tolerate them.



Hopefully, I will find another job soon.