Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Last Time, I Promise...Probably

(back story available under "dental stories" category)

Okay, I know I said I'd stop talking about work, but I did state this exception: unless I didn't get my paycheck...

I just couldn't help myself-I have to give ya'll another example of how crazy he is!

Well, I guess you know where this story is going! Even though I was the only one who worked at the office, Dr. had his payroll done professionally. Knowing that the delivery person would show up at 11:55 like usual, I showed up in the parking lot at...11:52. I waited one minute after he left and walked into the office.

Dr. was at the front desk (ha ha he hasn't found anyone to replace me yet). I told him I was there to pick up my paycheck. He told me that he didn't have it because he called the payroll and told them that I wasn't working there anymore; the payroll said it would be ready by Friday. (The check is actually dated for Friday-it is just delivered on Wednesday.) He told me that my check would've been for 2 weeks even though I only worked for one week and one day. I told him that the check was a week behind, so the check today should've been fine, set for two weeks. He then argued with me and told me that it wasn't, and that everything would be ready for me on Friday. I told him I'd be in at noon on Friday.

Dr. then told me that he had taken a message for me. He handed me a piece of paper that he had written that had the name of an elementary school, the secretary, and the phone number. I had an interview with that principal today at 11:00, leaving there to go straight to Dr's office to pick up my check. The school had called me on my cell phone Monday (when I still worked at the office), and I had returned the call from the office. Unless the school used caller id from that call, I'm not sure how the school got the number for the Dr's office. I never gave it to them...

I asked the Dr. if he talked to her (the secretary)? Did he know how long ago she called? I didn't tell him, but I had just left the school, so I don't know why they would need to call me back so soon. He told me that the call came in about 1/2 hour before. That would have been the exact time that I was leaving the school. Well, maybe I left something behind or something and that is why she called...

I left the Dr's office. On the way home, I told Josh what happened and said that the Dr. wasn't very clear about it, but that I would be getting my paycheck on Friday. Thinking I was going to get screwed out of a week's pay, Josh convinced me to go back and get better clarification. By this time, I had found my paycheck stub from two weeks ago, showing that I was indeed correct: they paycheck was one week behind, so I SHOULD be getting a full paycheck, plus one day on the next payroll.

When I got back to the office, it was locked. He always has it locked for the lunch hour, so this wasn't unusual, but it was annoying because I knew he was inside; I just couldn't get to him. I decided to wait until 1:00 and talk to him then, when I knew the door would be open.

I wasted time at K-mart then came back at 12:55. I waited in the parking lot, right in front of the door. After waiting 7 minutes, I didn't see him come to the door to unlock it. I went up to see if maybe he had unlocked it before I got there. Nope. I went back and waited until ten after. I then got out in the freezing cold again and went to the door. I called him on my cell phone and said, "It's Mari. Can you please come unlock the door? There is something I want to ask you."
"Like what, Mari?"
"It is about my paycheck."
He then rattles off about how it would be ready for me on Friday. I told him that I wanted to make sure I was getting paid for two weeks and that I had my paycheck stub showing that it is indeed set up one week behind.
He goes on to tell me that he can't do anything about it until the lady from the payroll contacts him, so it is pointless for him to even look at anything right now. He tells me not to worry about it because it would be taken care of. I told him that I WAS worried about it because it is my rent check that he is messing with, and I really don't want to get kicked out of our house because he is wrong.

He then made a comment about my knowing him and that if it weren't taken care of on Friday, he would take care of it. More than likely, the payroll was going to add my last day on the check and be done with it.

I felt like saying that I DID know him, which is why I was worried. The fact that he has no idea what is going on is reason enough to be worried.

Since I was still standing outside in the cold at this point, and he obviously wasn't going to let me in (what, am I going to hit him over the head with my cell phone and run away WITHOUT my check?), I just thanked him for letting me in during such cold weather. I really appreciated the gesture. Then I hung up.

As for the message from the school that he gave me? THE SECRETARY NEVER CALLED HIM. I called her while I was waiting for him to get back from lunch. She said she hadn't called, and maybe I was getting it mixed up with the message she had left to schedule the interview. WTF? Now, I look like an unorganized idiot for no reason, just what I want to do after an interview!! The only thing I can think of is that I left the note that I scribbled with the school name, secretary's name, and phone number on it on my desk when I was "fired," so maybe he gave me that information. But the message he gave me was in his own handwriting.

So, does this crazy man think that he talked to her? It is just crazy. That is the only way to describe it. He never talked to the secretary, let alone doing so half an hour prior to giving me the message. Was he just trying to give me a message in error-to what end? So weird. I don't even know what to think about it.

So, the saga continues, I guess...

What do you think is going on?!

4 comments:

Tessa said...

I posted this the other day, but lost it and didn't have time to repost. I am sooo glad you are out of there! The man either A)has a personality disorder, or B) is full swing into a dementia. I'm leaning toward option A. People with personality d/o's are very good at making you feel like *you're* the crazy one. You are not, and it is so good that you are away from that environment!!!

Mari said...

Thank you! He really does make me feel like I'm crazy-the things are so off the wall that what I think is happening must NOT be happening!

My mom keeps telling me he has a brain tumor or something. She's kind of crazy herself, though...

You think a personality disorder? I don't know much about it, but I would say he seems to fit the description!

You've made me feel better, Tessa!

Anna said...

I just hope he's a better dentist than he is a boss, can you imagine him doing things as irraticaly in your mouth as he has been in the last few months with you!

Belladonna said...

I work in a place that often feels like a pathological family. Sometimes I wonder at the sheer absurdity of what goes on around me. I often feel like slapping myself to wake up back into the land of professional grown ups, but alas feel condemned to walk my days with lots of nutty ducks. Fortunately, the job itself is a good one and there are a few folk that make it worth while. But I think there are many who can relate to having insanity in the work place. Enjoy your down time while you can!