The Worst Job Ever
I wake up early to a loud alarm clock telling me it's time to start another day. I groan, roll over, and try to get another ten minutes rest in. I proceed to make my coffee, and then wishfully glance at the calendar to see if its any closer to Friday. All this stalling and frustration is due to the fact I despise my job. I work in Podiatry, and it's not what you would expect. A doctors office job with benefits and weekends off? Not here. You would think getting a degree would make this a happy work place, but this job is full of everyday hassles and cutting dirty toenails.
I come to work, and it's not a good start. The doctor is already complaining that the messages haven't been checked after lunch yesterday. See, the problem is he refuses to hire another person to be our receptionist. That's right, we have to not only see patients, but check them out, and make their next appointment. When I come in, in the morning I check the messages, call the patients for the next day, pull the charts for the patients we are seeing that day, and print the sheets that go on the top of their charts. Then I begin to see my patients. My first patient is a diabetic with really bad ulcers on his legs and calluses on his feet. It takes time to debride his nails. I can't help to think what is wrong with people who have foot fetishes. I would like to see them work in this office for a day.
After lunch it doesn't get any better. Once again the doctor is not here on time, and I have to make up excuses to angry patients that he had to make a run to the hospital. I call him to let him know what's going on, and he's at his house searching online for vacation getaways for the summer. I proceed to see the patients I can, skipping others who are impatiently waiting for the doctor. Finally, a half an hour later the doctor has arrived, seeing patients faster than he should and coming to me with questions. Sometimes I feel like I play the role of...
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