I have tried and tried to banish my verbosity (?) and make this long story short, but it's still a little long. Sometimes for people to even begin to understand, you just can't keep it to a paragraph. My apologies.
Often horrible new co-worker (let's call him...George), totally full of himself, opinions about everything, talks trash about his wife, says he wants to learn, but if we correct him on anything, he turns surly and rebellious, I could say so much more. A joy to work with. :P
A couple of weeks ago, we had a major run-in, where out of nowhere, he "jokingly" insulted and humiliated me in front of Boss. Then, when he saw that I was angry, condescendingly told me not to "get all worked up." I was too shocked by his gall to say anything and didn't come to my angry senses until he'd gone home a couple minutes later, which was probably lucky for both of us, as I was furious and ready to rip him a new one. I even looked for his phone number. I can't express how mad I was. Boss told me later he agreed with me that it was totally inappropriate, yet never said anything to George because he hates confrontation. Nice, huh?
I confronted George about it on Monday, and he is impossible. He would admit to being wrong one minute, but then defend everything he does and say everyone likes him but me (SOOOO not true) and that I'm just sensitive the next. So after honestly trying to be diplomatic and work out some of our differences for a good ten minutes, and getting nowhere because he wouldn't bend on anything, I told him in professional-talk basically to stuff it, that I would be talking to higher authorities, and maybe he would listen to them.
Boss walked through the room twice while we were going at it, and once, it was rather heated. So he knew. Never said anything though.
Yesterday, Female co-worker (let's call her Sally) told me that Boss commented to her that there had been a lot of drama while she was out sick. "You mean Kristina and George?" "Yup." I'm not sure what she said then, but he said that I had "finally" put George in his place, that it needed to happen, and that George seemed to be getting the point that he can't act like such a jerk.
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That felt good. That was really nice. Because, yes, Boss should have put George in his place himself because that's a manager's job, but since that's not gonna happen, this was the next best thing. I actually felt...respected.
Also yesterday, Boss asked me what the diagnosis code is for asthma, I rattled off 493.90 without hesitation, and he looked at the customer he was helping and said, "Man, I'm gonna miss her." *Happy sigh.*
Last one, and this one reeks of my pride, but so be it: as I was leaving yesterday, George was closing, and I suggested he turn off most of the lights while he was counting out front because I've found that discourages people from thinking we're still open and banging on the door while you're trying to count the till and stuff. I.e., I was trying to help him from my experience. Instead of thanking me, he just said, "take care." He was mad because he thinks he already knows everything. As I was driving out from around back, what do I see but a car pull up, a guy get out, look uncertainly for a minute, go up to the door, and George have to come to the door and tell him we were closed!
And oh, yes, I laughed. I laughed quite hard.
Fourteen days, five hours left.
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