Yesterday was my birthday. ANd I had a melt-down. Not a melt down over the fact that I turned 39. (THIRTY F***ING NINE! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?) But a melt down over the fact that once again I got a giant load of work dumped on me. Work that was actually taken off of somebody else's schedule and put on mine even though he had 2 hours of free space in the afternoon and I had no free space, no paperwork time, and once again, no lunch.
I basically started hyperventilating and said "No. I can't do it. I can't. I am not going to spend 13 hours at work when I only get paid for 10. I'm sick of it. I won't do it." And stormed off. And stormed back. To get a patient to try to do some kind of treatment with when I was fuming and about to lose it all over again.
I am happy to report that when you have a complete melt down at work, people respond. The schedule has been completely redone and I actually have not only lunches for the rest of the month, but paperwork time.
Happy birthday to me.
5 comments:
Happy belated birthday. Sorry it sucked. I know you're glad you got the meltdown out of the way and got some people to finally listen to you, though. You can only be walked on and pushed around so much until you lose it. :)
I'm glad you spoke up! Sometimes you just need to let people know that you're not going to put up with them dumping on you, or they'll just walk all over you. Happy Belated Birthday!
Happy Birthday! 39 will be forever known as the year Hebba said, "I will take shit no longer! Damn it!" Or the year Hebba swore a lot. Either way it's cool ;)
That's the best birthday melt-down story EVER!
It felt good to stand up and be heard didn't it? Good for you.
Happy Birthday!
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