"When the Battle Is Over, We Shall Wear a Crown."
Patience is still a virtue, and I have gained so much more than I lost. The battle is finally over.
The day finally arrived, and I was beside myself with excitement.
On Wednesday, May 21, 2025, I entered my office, prepared to go throughout my day with poise, collected and calm, and sure of myself and my decision to move forward with my previous company and leave the contracted one behind. I have never been clearer. I have never been more sure of anything I have done in my life up to that moment.
After I had been belittled, gaslit, made to sit in a meeting to learn about “perception,” slung into the corporate pits of hell with no reprieve, it was not a hard decision to make.
My onsite co-workers were so happy, particularly the Mammography Techs and the Front Desk Patient Coordinators. They, too, will not have to deal with the contracted company by way of the health history forms they had to distribute to the patients on my behalf.
Some of our patients were rude — they wanted no part of hereditary genetic testing. These women took the brunt of that, most times, for me, before I even got wind of the lightning and thunder. I will never be able to repay them.
I am on pins and needles, anxiously waiting to contribute to the imaging center again in the ways I did in the past.
Tuesday, May 27, 2025, cannot get here fast enough!
I have less paperwork to do than before since I am being rehired.
And this is always something I am happy to learn. After speaking with our Benefits Coordinator this morning (who is QUITE familiar with me), she said, “No, Tre. No. Don’t do the onboarding paperwork. Just leave it right where it is until I speak with you on your start date. We’ll speak on Tuesday, and you can finish everything then. I have to get you rehired in the system, and that will take a few days. You won’t have to do everything our new hires do, so disregard any other emails until you see emails directly from me.”
Listen, SAY LESS, MA’AM! I did not want to have to do any other paperwork anyway. It’s taxing. It’s time-consuming. And I feel like I have done it so much now that I want to throw every email coming from them straight out the window. Her making me aware not to do anything else unless it comes directly from her was the saving grace I needed.
I spoke with the Front Desk Supervisor before I left for the day on Wednesday. I will report directly to her once again. Ah, it’s going to feel like old times. We will coordinate any compliance training I need to do when I get to work at 0730. She mentioned she already had my email address (which was just reinstated) and my temporary password.
We will test everything out before I get back down to the nitty gritty of things. When there’s less paperwork in the mix, my heart is happy.
And right now, my heart is completely and utterly content.
Cleaning house before exiting and shipping all pertinent equipment back to its source.
On Tuesday, May 20, 2025, I began cleaning up my office, separating the sample kits by expiration date, color-coordinating them, and bundling them in stacks of four and five before placing them in garbage bags and setting them in the cabinets. I took down the posters, my training certificate, wall calendar, and stored all office supplies in one of the drawers.
A representative from the contracted company will come to retrieve the above items at a later date. I do not know when, and I do not care. They have had plenty of time to coordinate everything necessary for a smooth transition, and they still have not acted accordingly.
They will also need to take the file cabinet and a small number of pamphlets with them. My end-of-day task was to load my laptop, tablet, printer, packs of paper, and toners in my car and transport them to my local FedEx to have them shipped back to their rightful source.
I did this. I was tired. I was sweaty. I was more than ready to go straight home. But I did it. To ship all of the items mentioned cost just under $900.00. The FedEx Rep wanted to reach out to our IT Team to make them aware. Why? IT requested “Ground” over the phone, and for what I was shipping and the destination, “Ground” as the shipping service is not sufficient.
I called IT; both numbers. She called IT; both numbers. After about three minutes, I called again, this time, only one number. I left a message. I waited five minutes and then reached out to my Operations Manager. While I was doing this, the FedEx Rep emailed IT to make them aware of the change in their system, which would be “Standard,” since this was noted on the email from IT vs. what was said over the phone, but the cost would be significantly higher.
I was unable to reach anyone, and neither was she. I said to her, “And this is just another thing I used to deal with, and now, I won’t have to. The lack of communication or attempting to get someone when you need them is mind-boggling!”
She nodded her head and rebutted, “Child, that part!” I could tell she knew exactly what I was talking about.
We laughed for a few moments. She handed me the receipt. I took a photo of the email printout from IT. The last thing I did was take a photo of the receipt and send it directly to my Operations Manager. I am done.
Excited for you!
I am so happy for you!!