Saturday, July 26, 2008

How the Mighty Have Fallen

This time last year I was a department head at a company in New York City and I was making six figures. I thought I was hot stuff.

This year I am working as a temp after 10 months of being out of work. I definitely no longer consider myself hot stuff.

I am so, so grateful to be back at work. But my ego has taken a major bruising.

As the boss, I had my own office. I came and went pretty much as pleased, although I did, for the most part, work 10 to 12 hour days and had a three hour round trip commute.

Now, I work on a computer at a conference table in someone else’s office. I will be moved when this person comes back from vacation. I don’t even have a phone. And literally every minute of my day has to be accounted for. The work that I am doing is billable back to another organization. So I keep a spreadsheet of how long I spend working on each patient’s record that I review and then make notes on. We have to hand our numbers in at the end of each day. If your minutes are low, you don’t last long. One girl in the office stopped drinking water during the day so she wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom too often and cut back on her minutes. There is dead silence all day long. No chit chat or socializing. Just the constant sound of urgency.

The woman who ‘trained’ me spent five minutes explaining what to do. She appeared amazed that I got it the first time. She was so condescending I had to bite my tongue practically in half to keep from making a sarcastic remark.

So what I am trying to remember is that, despite the pressure, I am much better off than I was when I had to deal with:
  • Moronic CEO’s who made bad decisions and then blamed them on someone else. Like me. :(
  • Bullying CEO's who made bad decisions and then blamed them on someone else. Like me. :(
  • Worrying about the budget.
  • Scheduling staff.
  • Staff that didn't do their job.
  • Staff who called out.
  • Staff who said the building was toxic and making them sick.
  • Staff who were toxic and made ME sick.
  • Staff who had fictitious ailments.
  • Staff who had real ailments.
  • Staff who were insane.
  • Staff who threatened to kill me (yup, it really happened; more than once)
  • Patients who were cranky.
  • Patients who were insane.
  • Everyone’s problems.
For the first time in ten years, I am not in management. It feels strange and makes me a little sad to see those closed doors and not be a part of what is going on inside. However, for now I will be a simple worker bee and thank my lucky stars.


Da Old Man said...

There can be adavantages to being a worker bee.
And keep sending out resumes. I've heard it's easier to get a job if you already have one.

Marie said...

Oh you've got that right Joe. Fewer death threats. lol

I am still keeping my eye on the job sites. Hopefully just the right thing will come along. :)

And I keep on writing. That is where my heart lies.

Anonymous said...

Congrats on the job!

OK, it might not be THE most pleasant job you've ever had to do, but it's going to help pay the bills, which will relieve some stress to be sure!

You can keep looking for a better job and keep writing meanwhile.