Ever since my boss (she of the horrid driving skills and terrible grasp of mental health stigma) came along, nothing has been safe. There’s not a single policy or procedure in the hospital that hasn’t felt the effect of her flighty and manic need to arrange, rearrange, and change again. As she likes to say—“the only thing constant is change!” Except for the fact she’s CONSTANTLY saying this. And constantly forgetting the last thing she changed.
I should’ve known there’d be trouble when I came into my office one afternoon to find her sifting around in the cupboard below my microwave.
“I’m trying to find a straw,” she explained. “but this is setting my OCD off so much.”
She laughed one of those nervous apologetic laughs that are completely manufactured and intended to make things seem less bitchy (but never do). I pointed at the cup of straws right in front of her face. She snatched one up with a fake smile and went clop-clopping back to her office, dragging 19-inch wedges across the bare carpet. [Read more…]
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