"I will go down with this ship"

He looks like he wants that cookie but is also scared of the said cookie

not stupid. stupid annoyed him, but he usually chose people who were slower to the draw, a touch less quick to snipe.

his attending during his psych rotation picked up on it; said he preferred surrounding himself with people he viewed as intellectually beneath him, smaller fishes.

that whitaker intern was gonna be a problem.

he obviously wasn’t stupid. he got into a competitive residency. dr. robby seemed to like him and the man wasn’t known for tolerating mediocrity, but he had these dumb, big eyes, and his comebacks weren’t exactly on the tip of his tongue.

brendon’s type exactly.

reattachments were always a hot topic, lower limbs especially. the ER would like to know it was successful. brendon was told he ought to work on his interdisciplinary courtesy. he sunk down to where the bottom feeders lived for the third time that day, and found the man he was looking for.

dennis startled when the shark snuck up on him. park moved silently and stood close enough dennis could see the shine on his teeth.

“uh, dr. park! what can i do for you?”

his almost black eyes traced dennis’s face. sand color hair, ocean blue eyes. brendon wanted to bite, not to kill, just for curiosity. he used his mouth to talk instead. “thought you’d like to know the surgery was successful. the leg was certainly irrigated.” he smoothed back his grey-toned hair.

dennis swallowed. his throat felt like he’d taken a gulp of salt water. “that’s great! i-i did know what you meant back there. i’m not…” he trailed off, nervously wring his hands.

“don’t be scared of me,” park smirked. “it’s just how i am. don’t mean anything by it.” he grabbed a pen from dennis’s scrub pocket and took his notepad. “you know what they say about shark teeth, right?” brendon flicked through the papers until he got to a blank page.

“i-um-i’m from nebraska, actually. completely landlocked,” dennis stuttered. “so…no.”

brendon huffed a little as he clicked the pen and started writing. this kid was just on the right side of pathetic. “let me educate you on one of the most efficient predators on earth then.” he closed the notepad, put in on the nurses station, and returned the pen back to dennis’s pocket. “sharks have filthy mouths.”

dennis felt a shiver run through him at the intense look. he took a while to eek out a quiet, “ok, doctor.”

“now, swim along and tell your attending about the reattachment,” park ordered.

dennis nodded as park was already gliding away, brushing shoulders with him as he went back to the elevators. he checked what the attending had written in his notepad, thinking it could be relevant to the case report.

Anytime there’s a hot old man around, Dennis’s puppy bottom eyes just activate like a fucking beacon

as is somehow Mandatory for jobs like these, anyone in a position of power made it their job to make everyone else’s lives as miserable as possible with constant micromanaging. like, i got told in a strongly worded email to reorder the $2 plastic shelves in my cubicle that i used to store spare paper. it was fucking dire.

but anyways. the reason i quit has to do with what im talking about in the original post. despite the fact that i was consistently at the top of our department leaderboards (yes, we had those, they were emailed out daily) my manager decided that because i couldn’t stay late one day because of a doctors appointment, i needed a Talking To.

he spent an entire day hounding me about this single event, saying that it was a “growing pattern of careless behavior” and that i “forced [my coworkers] to stay until 6 pm”

obviously i felt awful. i was friends with everybody on my team! i didnt want to inconvenience them!! even thought i knew that he was being too harsh, the guilt trip still got to me. but every time i tried to defend myself and explain what was actually going on, he would double down and make it an even bigger issue. this kept going and going until the situation got spun into me being a terrible employee who needed an Action Plan, and i was Ruining The Department, and Everyone Was Going To Stay Overtime Because Of Me.

while i was dealing with this instead of, yknow, actually doing the work that is apparently so dire, i realized… it wasn’t that serious. like, not even fuckin close. the things my coworkers had to do overtime to complete? folding papers. and while yes, it was shitty that they had to stay so late to finish up, i wasn’t the one who made them do it. my manager did! and there were literally dozens of other options to pick from instead, including just leaving the work for me to do the next day! the work we did was nowhere near time sensitive, and certainly not worth the overtime the company paid.

but because i wouldn’t just roll over and accept a chewing out that i didn’t deserve, my manager decided to keep laying on the pressure until i caved. man was assigning legitimately apocalyptic levels of intensity over folding papers. i went from being an asset to the team to getting yelled at by both him and his manager for my “poor performance.”

so i quit. because it’s not that serious.

this whole shitshow is a standard tactic that employers use to trick you into signing away more of your life to the job. make you feel stupid, make you feel like the menial tasks you perform have these dire consequences that simply do not exist. ramp up your anxiety over nothing. they will punish other people because you aren’t slaving away hard enough, and then say that it’s your fault in the first place. you’re not being a team player! you’re not pulling your weight! don’t you see that everyone else is doing their part? don’t you understand what will happen if you don’t contribute?

it is absolutely fucking vital that you don’t listen to any of it. it is even more so that you don’t fall for it when they try to pull this tactic to get you to turn against someone else. the most effective tactic to get someone to fall in line in a workplace is social ostracization. don’t be a tool for your boss to use to manipulate someone else.

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