Oh Yes, Zombie Baby, The War Rages On

It's been a while since I've posted about the drama of my workplace and the (pun intended) insanity of what goes on there, but here I'll try to catch you up...

The turnover this year has been outrageous!

Since I last posted about it, the following employees have left...one way or another, if you know what I mean.

Ryan, the Care Coordinator that replaced Scott. He was as gay and rebellious as his predecessor but not as committed to fighting the good fight, he left within a few months of his hire.

David, the weird evening shift staff who had the strange obsession with his wife's gluten-free muffins. He actually thought people were out to steal his wife's recipe since he thought it was worth millions. Again, as I've said before, who are the crazy people here?

LaQueen, an experienced and capable caregiver who decided the air was too toxic for her. One of the few that I've heard of that have had the deluxe opportunity to "tell off" Susan.

Theresa, the incredibly old and fragile Care Coordinator finally "retired", but the rub is that she actually became a 1:1 caregiver for one of the most wealthy residents, employed directly by the resident's father for a sum which no doubt comfortably exceeded what she was making through the Center.

Chris W. finally decided his one shift every couple of months wasn't worth it and so he gave up the ghost. No more lusting over him and his slightly furry but very tight, firm body and effervescent smile. Weep...Weep.

So we've got a slew of newbies to replace them all, but they're not the focus of this post.

We need to discuss, first and foremost:

June.

While we had been getting along very well, so I thought, over the course of this year, recently, she had started to go into her "crazy June" mentality.

She started divulging over the course of the summer he frustrations with Eric, the other overnight staff, and how he seemed to take liberties which she felt were beyond acceptable like going missing for hours or being caught sleeping in the Activity Center or on the examination table of the doctor's visit room.

I too, agreed with her that this was getting out of hand.

But she never mentioned escalating the issue. She obviously feared an outcome of that.

While I held back from reporting to Susan the actions of Eric, I restrained from doing so in order to continue the status quo and to keep a Sword of Damocles over the head of Eric in order to more effectively control him.

This cease fire continued with June and I playing the role of concerned parents over the actions of our troublesome baby until recently when I may have exposed old wounds...

A task which required regular updating hadn't been kept up for about a month and a half by June. She'd stated, at the start of the task, that she'd be the responsible party, but later, when it fell in arrears,  denied having taken on the task. I was pissed, so I sent an email to Susan saying I would take responsibility for the task and apologized it hadn't been maintained well 'till then,

June has been in a pissy mood since this. She's now, no doubt, re-evaluating all of our interactions over the past year.

And though I'm not happy about the discontinuation of a smooth and peaceful work environment...

I totally agree.

She should be suspect.

I don't trust her.

Never have.

And though I hate a "battle zone" work atmosphere, I feel it's probably inevitable.

Hopefully, she'll soon be exposed for the lazy, vindictive, two-faced cunt she really is and be fired as soon as possible.

But I really hope she blows her top and quits first, since she'll then have no unemployment claim and will have to continue to suck the clit of her retirement-aged girlfriend in order to continue to, by her very presence, ooze her skanky pussy smell into the air of our fair state of Florida.