Look, I’ve been dreading writing this post. I had been caught up on this blog and was it was all going well, but last Wednesday I took a hit that really stung.
Honestly, if you don’t believe God is real, then you’re wrong. So the night before, I had looked up the train schedule so I could be there on time for my 8am meeting. I swore I knew what time I needed to be at the station, so I left the house and was on my way. I get to the station with minutes to spare, then checked the app to see if the train was running late and SHIT; I had missed the train. I was half panicking. The next train would get me there at 7:58am, but the walk over from the train is about 5 minutes (at a faster pace). I get to the station platform and there are a bunch of people there and they’re getting loud. Apparently, the train I had ‘missed’ was running about 12 minutes late (I got to the station about 10 minutes after the train was supposed to have left). So I got on the train and all was well. I had finished my presentation the night before, but I wanted to make notecards, so when I got to site, I sat on the outside picnic bench and made my cards until 8am. It was nice to be at the meeting early, since the last few I had been a few minutes late to. As we sat in the meeting, the preceptor was like, ‘Monica’s last day is tomorrow. But I have one more thing for her to do.’ Fine. He wanted me to make a coupon they could use for advertising, but wanted me to copy one of the old ones they had made in the past. This paper he handed me looked like it was photocopied a thousand times. Hard to read and looked bad. Then we went through the meeting (which seemed to last forever this time) and the marketing guy says, ‘oh, can Monica do this too before she leaves?’ I almost directly rolled my eyes at him because of him making me fucking stuff envelopes over the last 2 weeks. But the boss said no, I was already busy with other things.
Once the meeting was over, I went to the desk to work on my flyer/coupon. All of a sudden, I see the boss walking out the door and driving away...huh? I had finished this in about 30 minutes, so I was kind of just sitting there. I was finished with my presentation and the rest of my work. Then the marketing lady from the other location came and sat with me for a bit and we chatted for almost 2 hours. She said she wished she had gotten to do this with me earlier. She was telling me how the student at the other location hasn’t had to do half the work I had done and that was really annoying to me. Oh well. So when the boss came back like 3 hours later, I went to his office and asked him how the coupon was. He opened it up and liked it. He said I had done some really good work during my time there. Then he asked if I had given my presentation. I told him no because I was waiting for him. Apparently, the students in the past have made sign-up sheets for the staff to pick a time to watch the presentation. I had no idea I was supposed to do that, and he apologized and said he should have told me. So there I was. About to give this BRIEF (which is what I thought this was supposed to be) presentation to just him. Well. Here’s why I have put off writing this. I understand you’re busy and have a lot going on all the time, but I could tell there was little to no interest in my presentation by the way he was answering the phone and texts throughout my presentation. At that point, I didn’t really care, and I just wanted to finish it. As I mentioned, I kept it brief. Once I was done, he expressed how disappointed he was in my presentation. My heart dropped into my stomach and I had to just sit there while he shit on my presentation. Did I think it was my best presentation ever? Hell no. But was it disappointing? I didn’t think so. Then he proceeded to tell me how he expected so much more from me because I am so smart and blah blah. As I am just sitting here in his office trying not to cry. Then he decides it’s time to do my evaluations because he can’t be bothered to do them the following day.
So he basically said I did fine. He said I walked in COCKY my first day...if you can recall, I started on a THURSDAY and he didn’t come in until the following WEDNESDAY. So how TF would he know if I was cocky? So I wasn’t just gonna let him shit on me. I told him, “when you called a few weeks ago, you asked if I had retail experience. I said yes. You asked if I had compounding experience. I said yes. If that is cocky, then I am sorry.” Then he goes on to say how the little prick in charge of DME said I was ‘disinterested’ in their inventory thing he really wanted me to do. First the fuck of all. That dude ‘trained’ me for all of 3 minutes and said to me, “I don’t expect you to remember any of this”. So when I was doing the inventory the next time, he had set me up for a section, I did some of them wrong, and I kept having to ask questions and he seemed annoyed with me, so I only did that task about 30 minutes. Second the fuck of all, I did not go to school for 10+ years to do your inventory bullshit and I am definitely more advanced than that shit. I’m sorry. The conversation continues and he says, ‘I don’t know how you did in the lab, but I’m assuming it was ok.’ OK?! I was literally making advanced shit my second day in the lab. You can shit on me and tell me I’m a disappointment, but I know I was putting in quality work in the lab. So we finished the evaluation, I still ended up with an A. But that shit hurt my character. So I told him I would bulk up the presentation a bit and give it to the girls in the lab tomorrow. You know what he says to me, “They’re not gonna have time to listen to you.” So with that, I asked him if there was anything else he needed, I gathered my stuff, turned the corner, and balled the whole way to the train. No matter how many times people told me I was gonna be fine, that shit really hurt.
So on the way home, I still had to stop and get the stuff I wanted to make for the gifts for the next day, even though I felt totally defeated. I then went and and bought a bunch of food then ate my feelings and went to bed. For I had to go in with a smile on my face for the last day.