Sunday, December 4, 2016

Workworkworkworkwork...


They say that the grass isn't always greener on the other side...but sometimes, it is...

When I went to dental assisting school, I told myself that I did not care how much money I made ( I mean, it had to be enough to live on of course... ) as long as I liked where I worked. I didn't want to take the time and effort to learn a trade and then hate my place of employment.

My first dental job I took right after externship. It was for an orthodontist. Fresh out of school, I was learning the ways of braces. I actually had two job offers prior to "graduating"...and I chose ortho over oral surgery ( funny the change of events ) But after 2 months of working there, they decided to let me go. I was devastated; my first dental job was the FIRST job to ever fire me...it was horrible.

So after 2 months of constant resumes and a few interviews, I finally landed a new job. They paid me $1 more an hour and everyone seemed awesome. And everything was awesome when I started there. I was so happy; a better opportunity in a better atmosphere...things were looking up! My boss was a jokester--down to earth and fun to work with. MOST of the girls were easy to get along with and I really bonded with the woman who ended up training me. I was excelling at my field and was even told once that I was "one of the favorites" ( completely unprofessional might I add, but it felt good also... ) But unfortunately, it didn't last very long...

After about 2 years with the practice, there were major changes. Power given to the wrong people. Horrible turnover with staff. Very shady things happening...and although people may have thought I was blind to the evil that was lurking in the shadows, I was indeed not. I read people. I can see a dark heart very easily. I'll admit that played the game for a long time; I have bills to pay and responsibilities to take care of, but after a while you just can't do it anymore. I stayed another 2 years after the switch, but after that I had to go. That place wasn't anything like it was 4 years prior when I started. I was starting to become distant, moody, sad, depressed and just hated going to work everyday. I was a blatant bitch. I searched for a few months for a new job with equal or better opportunities with very little luck. But then, a family friend mentioned a job opening that was perfect for me...and I jumped on it immediately. And, thank God, I landed that job!

I put my resignation notice in that following Monday...


I was scared for my new endeavor, but also SO ready. I needed a change of pace, a better work environment, and to just get out of that toxic environment. And after working with my new boss for the last 8 months I can honestly say that I am truly blessed. 

My new job is amazing. My boss is truly such a nice guy. My coworkers are helpful and team-oriented and understand my anxiety/jadedness from my previous experiences. My boss actually verbalizes his needs from the staff instead of expressing it through sighs of irritation, or by having his office manager condescendingly "discuss it with you".  He doesn't underhandedly give your responsibilities to other people because you're "just not hacking it"...and my office manager doesn't discuss completely unprofessional topics about people with other coworkers. It sometimes feels far too good to be true that I ended up where I am today, but I thank my lucky stars every night that I was able to find such an awesome job opportunity after feelings so helpless for so long...

On Friday, doc gave us each a Christmas card and a bonus check. The bonus check of course was wonderful, but what he wrote in my card is truly what meant the most:


After 4 years of working in an environment where I no longer felt appreciated, important or worthy, this meant SO much to me. After so much self-doubt and fear of being spoken ill of behind my back or people doubting my work ethic, of all the things he could've written in this card--he chose this. Some people have no idea how much just a few kind words of appreciation can really help someone. It actually almost made me cry. 

I've found my ( hopefully ) forever home within this group of people. Everyone may not get along all the time and we all aren't going to be BFFs, but that's life. I want to be a part of this team until my doc retires...and I truly hope that becomes the case. I am so very thankful to be where I am today and my experiences helped me grow as a person and taught me that I should never settle for anything less than what I deserves. A few bad eggs shouldn't ruin the whole bunch and doc has taught me that there are still very good, caring people out there who appreciate the work of their staff and show their gratitude everyday. THAT is the type of man I want to work for, and hope to work for, for many years to come!

The Three Musketeers!