Robbed.

I hate it that I let an old crotchety power hungry "boss" rob me of sleep. 

I sat here last night, going over and over all of the things she said, and even though I know I'm right, I start to question myself.  Even though I know, that I have my resident's best interests at heart 100% of the time, the boss has me feeling suddenly insecure about it. 

It's so frustrating because I don't know where to go from here.  I don't like being threatened on trumped up charges.

If I'm doing a bad job...if someone is complaining to you that I'm not doing my job...then fine.  Write me up.  However, if you are going to threaten me because I work 9-5:30 instead of 8-4:30 because I have a broken car, that's just meanness.  There is NOTHING so pressing at 8:00am in the resident's lives that I need to be threatened with job loss. 

And the more I think about it...she ranted about how I need to be there for the resident's and how consistency was important....so what about the week she had me cleaning out closets???  What about the day she had me sitting in her office because she wasn't there because she was car shopping?  Is she gonna sit in my office when I'm not there?

She wants me to have morning meetings with her, but morning meetings with her end up being a huge "let's talk negatively about people" fest.  Not my cup of tea.  She wants me to be more involved with the staff, except I'm uncomfortable being chummy with people who I feel don't really value the residents.  Every single one of them has talked negatively about the residents. 

Grrrr.  The more I think about it, the madder I get.  How about the day that the boss came to me, in the middle of my health fair (which I single handedly put together with no help from her or the other staff), and she whispers rather loudly in my ear "I'm going to fucking kill ____________."  Insert residents name.  How professional is that?  Or the time that I was meeting with a resident and she came to my office door and banged on it so loudly that it scared the hell out of the resident?  I could go on, but what's the point really?

If I didn't love the job so much, I might actually just throw in the towel. 

Note to self:  Working for a menopausal woman is not a good idea. 

The worst part is, that now I'm questioning myself, when I know damn good and well, that I am doing an awesome job.  GRRRR.