Are you ready for the mother of all Crazy Chronicle stories? It’s not the last, but it’s the greatest and it’s a doozy.
I’m going to take a bit to set the scene before I get into the story.
I believe I’ve mentioned before that my company used to rent space from another doctor’s office. With the way the office was set up, two of us were in the middle of the cube farm (aka the billing department). The other two were in the office space with Crazy. It was a room that was set up for sleep studies so it was basically a bedroom. This office was kind of separated from the rest of the other company, but not isolated; nearby there were two offices occupied by doctors and a break room where the nurses liked to eat.
The bedroom office was rather small, especially for our growing office. Some of our shelves and cabinets eventually got pushed into the attached bathroom. Obviously it was not longer used for its intended purposes.
In the bedroom office was our clinical side – our 2 girls who guided the patients back to the rooms and handled everything regarding patient care.
Over on my side – the cube farm – there was me (obviously) and there was another girl with a fiery temper and often inappropriate dress. Members of the other office often made comments about her short dresses, loud conversations, and no-no language. We’ll call her Crazy Junior, or Junior for short.
Crazy and Junior did not get along. Junior was originally on the clinical side, but her temper got in the way. She couldn’t handle the patients requests and she couldn’t handle taking orders from Crazy. Lucky for me, she got pushed over to the billing and credentialing department. That’s my department.
I didn’t have any power or authority at that point in my career. Crazy was still in charge of assigning and approving tasks. When Crazy didn’t have another task for Junior, she would ask me to give Junior some work.
Junior started to rely on me to assign her tasks. She eventually even stopped asking Crazy for work to do. Obviously Crazy got overly offended and upset by this. We started having Monday meetings to try to sort this out, but these meetings often created more problems than they solved. Crazy and her my-way-or-the-highway attitude never, ever realized this.
Tension mounted. And it grew. Eventually it exploded, but before the final detonation I was put in the middle of their feud. With the tension came phone calls. Crazy and Junior stopped talking to each other which created an
excellent awful professional relationship. When Crazy wanted to talk to Junior, she’d call me even if she didn’t need to tell me anything. If I was aware from my desk, she’d call and call and call and call until I picked up. The staff in the billing department quickly asked me to turn off my ringer. Eventually Crazy became so obsessed with me answering on the first ring that she requested that we, the employees, tell her every time we had to use the bathroom.
This was a little much for me and I have to admit that I was a stubborn employee and did not abide by this rule. I feel like that’s abused power. Is that just my way of thinking?
Slappy Day started out like any other. Crazy calling me to relay a message to Junior. I’d ask her to Just call Junior and tell her. Crazy would argue that she already had me on the phone. I would ask what she had for me. She would say she had nothing for me. One of our clinical assistants had the day off and the other was in the break room to…well, take a break from Crazy. She told Crazy it was because she needed the extra space to work on her project. Which wasn’t a lie.
Then was the fateful call.
Crazy: Nicole ask Junior to come over to my office.
So I did.
Junior stomped over there.
Crazy needed Junior to do some shredding. The shredder was in the bathroom storage closet. Now in the BSC, there were shelves and cabinets that were blocking the toilet – there was no way to get over there.
So when Crazy told her to shred, Junior protested. She said that she couldn’t shred because of the mold that was in the bathroom.
I’m sure there was a lot of arguing before she barged back into our section of the cube farm.
She walked in just as my phone rang again.
Crazy: Nicole, Junior just left my office and slammed the door on her way out. It was really inappropriate. Send her back over here now.
I was stuck in the middle and I knew this would not be as pleasant as the last time and the last times were not pleasant at all.
I passed along the message.
Junior went back over there with every intention of giving Crazy a piece of her mind.
A few minutes later I got a call from my co-worker telling me that she was pretty sure that someone had just gotten slapped in the bathroom storage closet.
A few minutes later, Junior comes marching over saying Crazy had slapped her. Then Junior gathered her things and walked out of the office.