Doctor shot at Bmore area hospital

So yesterday the local media and law enforcement were all busy with a gunman over at JHH. I use to work over there and still have friends who work there so of course I was concerned.  I immediately sent out emails and texts checking on everyone.

BUT...

When I first heard that a JHH doctor had been shot in the Nelson building I immediately thought of this bastid that I once had the misfortune to work with. My thought: Somebody finally got sick of your shyt and shot your evil azz.

*titter*

I know. That wasn't a nice thought at all.  Then he isn't a very nice person. Only people like him bring out thoughts like that in me.  Then when I heard that the doctor's specialty was ortho I realized it wasn't the same bastid at all.

See this is what had happened...

Back when I was young and full of piss and vinegar as well as living at home so I could afford to piss off superiors, I worked as a patient registrar in one of the outpatient clinics.

One fine day I was in the middle of checking a patient out.  The patient had just handed me their copay, cash mind you, when said Dr. Bastid walked up to my cubicle with a group of residents on his heels.  He totally ignored the patient at my desk and dropped a chart on my desk and said: Copy this!

I had the cash in my hand and just looked up at him like he had lost his mind.  He stood silently glaring down at me.  Before I could say anything the coworker beside me said that she would finish checking my patient out.

I thanked her.  I apologized to the patient and handed the patient their cash back. The patient threw him an evil look or two but they got up and went to the next desk.

Without a word, I picked up the chart, walked into the records room where the copiers were and proceeded to have a lovely 15 minute chat with the records girl. *snicker*

So at the 15 minute mark one of the other women working in patient check out came running in asking where are Dr. Bastid's copies.  I said, I'll make them...when I get ready.

She gets all nervous.  She starts telling me that I can't do that to him. Blah blah blah blah.  I stood patiently while she explained.  When she was done I asked her a few questions.

1) Did he get promoted to dept chair?  Her answer: No.
2) Is he now second in command after the dept chair? Her answer: No.
3) In the event that the chair and his second in command are away is he next in command? Her answer: No.
4) Is he connected in some way? Her answer: No.

Our dept chair makes his own copies (this man has a physical disability) when in the clinic. He is/was a very nice doctor. The second in comman makes his own copies, another nice doctor, when in clinic.  What makes Dr. Bastid so special?  Her answer: Silence.

I'll make the copies when I'm ready.  She goes back out to patient check out.  The records girl is now nervous and won't talk anymore so I turn to the task of making his 1 copy.

I put the copy in the chart.  Walk out to patient checkout where he is still standing now red in the face with his residents.  I drop the chart on the desk the way he did to me.  I picked up a new patient chart and called the patient's name so that I could check them out.  He snatches up the chart and walks away in a huff without another word.

*chuckle*

He never did that mess to me again or had me do anything else for him either.  He did, however, continue to treat the rest of the staff like shyt.  Every time we would pass each other in the halls we would roll our eyes at each other. *smh*

All he had to do was ask nicely and I would have done it. Lincoln, whether he wanted to or not, freed the slaves.  Dr. Bastid should have paid better attention in history class.

Anyways, the doc will recover and the gunman killed himself and his mother. Apparently, he was angry that the surgery his 84 year old mother had just had was not successful and she would not walk again. *smh*  She was 84.  She got to walk! There are people in this world who have never walked at all! *smh* I don't get it. I guess I never will.  I hope not.  I never want to feel that intitled to anything in this life.

Kinda like Dr. Bastid. He thought he was intitled to treat people like shyt.

*sits back and sips mango margarita*