Some of you know (and some of you don't) that I work for...shall we say...less than the "ideal" employer (this is putting it politely). I would like to illustrate how I came to this conclusion about my dentist-boss (*names have been changed to protect the innocent):
Today, Heidi* was assisting my boss in placing some fillings in a patient's mouth. As he was placing flowable in the proximal box (a fancy way of saying he was placing the filling material), the tip to the flowable syringe popped off, oozing gooey flowable everywhere into the patient's mouth. This is a problem, sure. A pain in the tush, yes. However, I don't think it warranted my boss then taking said flowable syringe and chucking at the garbage can with all of his might. Because--guess what--he missed. And the syringe went ricochetting off the counter top, off the wall and hit the patient in the face. AWESOME. Way to handle yourself, Mr. Boss Man. Way to show professionalism and poise in a stressful situation. Way to throw a freakin' hissy fit like a five-year-old. Answer me this, sir. Really?! Are you serious? Oh, you are. Just like every other member of humanity when I ask them the same stinkin' question. But wait...it gets better (That's right, you didn't think it could).
My boss then made a real jerk out of himself when he became frustrated with the saliva ejector, ripped it from the corner of the same patient's mouth and hit the patient in the face AGAIN. What?! No, you didn't, Mr. Boss Man. Oh, you did? Un-real. Un-freaking-real.
You want to know the real kicker? The coup-de-grace? The icing on top? The cherry and all that jazz? The patient was a nurse at Sacred Heart Hospital in the Psychiatric Ward. She may or may not know something about bedside/chairside manner. Agree or disagree? Oh, the irony!
You know what they say, Mr. Boss Man. What goes around, comes around--so you best be on the lookout flying composite syringes and piss-poor attitudes. Until next time...;)
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