I Don’t Care What’s on Your Clipboard
Our dialysis story — chapter 36
The dialysis center has a new administrator — let’s call her Boss B.
In late November, she approached me about changing Ben’s chair time to the newly formed evening shift. I told her that wouldn’t work for us because I work two to three evenings a week, and we go to bed early and get up early. Since starting at the center, his chair time has been 11:45, meaning we had to be there by 11:30, and that schedule worked well for us.
The next time I took Ben to dialysis, Boss B was waiting for me. She wanted to change Ben’s chair time to 10:00 am. I told her that wasn’t possible because I have a client at noon on Fridays while he’s at the center, and she can’t have me working at any other time. I finally agreed to change Ben’s chair time to 11:30, meaning we’d have to be at the center by 11:15. I knew my client wouldn’t object to a 15-minute change in my work schedule. So, the issue was settled.
Ever since the change, we arrive between 11 am and 11:10 am.
When I went to pick up Ben on January 1st, Boss B was in the reception office, along with Nurse K and the new receptionist, L. Boss B leaned through the sliding window and held up a report attached to a clipboard.
Tersely, she said to me:
Are you aware that Ben has been late for every appointment in December?
I noticed that Nurse K and Receptionist L were avoiding looking at me or Boss B. I replied:
No, he hasn’t.
She pushed the clipboard closer to my face.
See, right here. His chair time is 10:30, and he’s been arriving around 11:15. One hour later than he’s supposed to be here.
I backed away from the encroaching clipboard.
His chair time is 11:30, and we always arrive between 11:00 and 11:10. In the six months he’s been coming here, he’s never been late for his chair time.
She shook her head.
No, his chair time is 10:30. Maybe you’re confused with the holiday schedule.
I replied:
The holiday schedule was one day — Christmas. The day changed but not the time.
Her hair flew from side to side as she shook her head vigorously.
His chair time is 10:30. It was changed. Or maybe you don’t recall.
I started to lose my cool.
Yes, I do remember. You wanted to put him on the evening shift and I said no because I work evenings. Then, you wanted to change him to 10 am, and I said that wouldn’t work because I have a client at noon on Fridays. Then, we agreed on an 11:30 chair time.
Nurse K was seated to the right of Boss B, looking down at some papers on the desk. She was smiling.
Boss B waved the clipboard.
It’s right here. The reports show he has a chair time of 10:30 and he’s always an hour late.
I straightened my back and leaned forward, speaking slowly and firmly.
I don’t care what’s on your clipboard. I know what I agreed to. His chair time is 11:30.
Boss B stepped back and said:
I can prove it to you. When we change a chair time all the nurses have to sign a form acknowledging the change. I’m going to go get that form.
She turned to walk into the clinic area as I called out:
I don’t care what’s on that form either. I agreed to 11:30.
Once Boss B was gone, Receptionist L said:
For once, I’m not in trouble for something!
Nurse K winked at me:
I knew she was messing with the wrong person when she started in on you.
A few minutes later, Boss B returned but stayed in the back of the reception area as she quietly said:
My mistake. You’re correct. His chair time was changed to 11:30. We’ll keep it there for now.
As she walked out of the office, Nurse K and Receptionist L chuckled, and I said:
If there is one thing I do well, it’s scheduling. I have to juggle clients, medical appointments, and this place. We live by my phone calendar. You’re right, she messed with the wrong person!
Nurse K smiled:
I know you do. And, believe me, you made our day!
Receptionist L agreed:
Maybe our entire week, and it’s only Monday!
As Ben came out of the clinic, I said to the two women:
I’m sorry you have to work with her.
They both nodded solemnly.
Ben and I left. In the car, he asked what the ladies and I were discussing, and I told him the whole story about Boss B.
He angrily declared:
I’ll demand to talk to her on Friday and get this straightened out!
I replied:
Thanks, but I took care of everything. I don’t imagine she’ll be bothering me again!
© Dennett 2024
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