Not All That Glitters Is Gold

Ahh Boston. The "Medical Capital of the World." I work in one of the world's most prestigious hospitals - Massachusetts General Hospital. I've been here since January 14 of this year. I must say, where I thought I belonged isn't where I want to be. In the past few months, I've grown stress, and very tired. And in the last 3 weeks, I've filed a sexual harrasment complaint.

For anyone that has gone through this, you know that it is very degrading. I wake up every morning wondering if what I'm wearing will provoke comments. Is this shirt low cut? Is what I'm wearing flattering? Does this make me look sexy? Its sad when khakis, a T shirt, glasses, and my hair up in a pony tail, face with no make up, gets the comments I do.

The hypocracy is to much to bear. Kim, while you're in the middle of doing something, please go do a million other things so the rest of our staff can sit and do nothing because they are friends with your boss.

I'm always more than willing to do my fair share, and if I'm not busy, I feel useless. Therefore, always finding something to do - bottles to put away, totes to be filled, pills to be double counted, insurance claims to be fixed, or new prescriptions to type. I always smile and let everything roll off.

"Remember," I say to myself, "don't take things personally." But how can't you, when patients throw medications at you, and scream in your face saying "You don't do your job." How can't you when you have a pharmacist telling you that you're sexy and voluptious. How can't you, when you have a bitchy pharmacist underming the quality of work I do.

How can you not take it personally when you put your heart and soul into your job and get nothing in return but shit? How can I still care about people that are so unappreciative? And if your answer is that I get paid to, I guess I'm nothing more than a prostitute of the health care system.