I work as the billing person for a local chiropractor (the BEST CHIROPRACTOR EVER!). In addition to submitting insurance claims and billing people for their visits to the office, I also greet people as they enter the building.
Now, overall, I’m a nice person. That’s not to say that I don’t have a bit of snark running through my veins. I make crude jokes when amongst friends and sometimes, after a long day (or a day without chocolate), I can be a bit bitchy. But again, overall, I’m nice. And honestly, when I’m at work, I’m super fucking nice to all of the patients the good doctor adjusts.
Yesterday my coworker informed me that Super Evil Bitch Lady had scheduled an appointment for that afternoon. This woman is just vile. Wait. I should qualify that statement. Super Evil Bitch Lady is vile to people working the front desk of the office I work in. My friend and I are treated with the utmost content when this woman graces us with her presence. “Hi! Good afternoon” is greeted with a scowl and a snotty comment about the afternoon not being nice at all. A detailed answer to a question she asks is met with, “I didn’t ask for your life story, a yes or no will do.” When I tell her how much her office visit costs (which I do for every. other. patient. each time they come in), I get a disdainful, “Yes. I know, ” and an eyeroll to boot. She. Is. A. Bitch.
… that is, of course, until she gets on the adjusting table. She’s sweet as sugar to the good doc. She smiles and laughs and engages in pleasant conversation. For my coworker and myself, she won’t utter a civil “hello,” but to the doctor, well, lets just say I don’t think Super Evil Bitch Lady would have a problem with listening to her life story.
So really, what is it? Is it because I hold a lowly secretary-type position in the office? Is she bitter because I’m young and happy with life? Is she just a nasty, vile, Super Evil Bitch Lady? Yeah… I think the last one about sums it up.
