Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
It was at this point that I realized my mistake. As a chunky girl, I didn’t have much stamina. And pushing this massive machine around with me wasn’t helping.
“Would you stop?” Quincy asked as he easily caught up to me and held steady at my side in his slick cowboy boots.
I thought about telling him to fuck off, but since that would be slightly unprofessional, I chose to stay my tongue. Instead, I went with the whole truth.
“I don’t have time to deal with your shit,” I said stiffly as I pushed my gigantic portable X-ray toward the elevator doors. “I’m hungry and have yet to get a lunch break because my boss is a bitch. A big one, because they all know I’m allergic to freakin’ seafood alfredo, and she specifically requested a freakin’ seafood restaurant from our boss today. Which sucks, because Italian is literally my favorite. I’m literally the only X-ray tech in the entire gosh dang building, and I’ve been run ragged while my boss, who is also an X-ray tech, sits on her happy ass in X-ray and ‘monitors’ everything. I haven’t had any coffee today because I woke up late. I’m angry at the world right now, and honestly, you’re one of the people I’m angry with. To top it off, I’ve had to pee for the last hour and a half. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me…”
The doors closed on his stupid grin, and I gritted my teeth to keep the angry words from spewing out.
One day, that pretty smile of his would be knocked away with a fist to the face. And I hoped that I’d be the one to do it.
Then again, after a conversation—**cough cough** altercation—when I was twenty, and thought it was smart to punch my brother in the tit for something he said, I learned that life wasn’t fair. Sometimes, men hit back, and I was now ready for that after having a sore boob for a week and a half from his return punch. Though, I knew for a fact that he’d pulled it at the last second.
When I got back up to my floor, I pushed my cart into the area where it belonged, then made a mad dash for the bathroom that I needed or else.
After washing my hands and heading back to get my next ‘assignment,’ I found myself standing in front of… the director of the entire hospital.
And he was chewing Marla out. As in, chewing her out so badly that there was a freakin’ crowd of people standing outside the door listening.
All of them were nurses, PAs, and doctors seeing as none of my fellow co-workers were there.
What the heck was going on?
I squished between a few people to get into the room and came to a halt when I saw the director nearly pointing his finger at Marla’s stunned silent face.
“…and when there’s only one tech here, you are the one who has to pull up your bootstraps and get into the deep end. That is completely and totally unfair to the one employee who showed up for work. We want to retain the ones who show up, not make them want to quit.” He tilted his head. “You are officially demoted. You are now just a normal tech. Please feel free to do your job accordingly.”
He turned from the door, and I scrambled into the corner of the room.
“He yelled at the radiologist, too,” an OR tech whispered. “Apparently, he came in here and asked for Ted, the radiologist. Then when he was busy reading something to a doctor, he turned on Marla. When Ted came into the room, he switched his yelling to Ted. Then accused them of not doing their jobs. It was glorious.”
Honestly, Ted wasn’t a bad radiologist. I worked with three of them, and he was the easiest to deal with of the three. But he was a bit… uninspired. He lacked any and all desire to go further in life. Didn’t go above and beyond for anyone. And couldn’t care less about what we did or didn’t do on a regular basis. If the X-rays got to him, great. He’d read them. If they didn’t, also great, he’d sit on his ass.
When the director worked his way out of the door, I followed behind him, feeling like I needed to stick up for Ted.
When I was out and the director was zooming for the elevator, still looking quite pissed, I rushed to get to him.
“Sir,” I cleared my throat.
The director looked down at me. “Yes?”
I worried my lip for a few seconds before saying, “Ted is a great radiologist. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t do anything. We were going a mile a minute, and I doubt he even noticed that there was only one tech actually working.”