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Okay, against all popular opinion and likely to bring half the board down on my head by going against the majority - I just have to jump in here. I actually love my job at Medquist. I work PT flex - 4 hours a night - 11p - 3a - and haven't had any real problems with Medquist or my supervisor. Other than 1 call from the impact room inquiring why I wasn't working on sunday night, which I informed them I never work on Sundays by choice and haven't for many years, I guess I stay under their radar by working my chosen hours, getting my line count in, and not making waves by spouting off indiscriminately about things I cannot change that do not really affect my paycheck at this point,.
My supervisor, a very nice gentleman in Florida, has bent over backwards to accommodate my changing hours and make up hours over the last 3 years while I coped with a precious, 11 months younger brother dropping dead at work of a massive heart attack, a UTI that turned septic and kept me out of work (and nearly out of this life) for 2 weeks, problems with being able to work 4 hours continuously due to constant pain from a herniated disk that tends to act up more on a daily basis than ever before, pain from arthritis in my hands that keeps me struggling to type 100 lph consistently, time away from the keyboard to help my sister, whose husband of 50-1/2 years is terminally ill and in the hospital more than not, moving into a new apartment and finding out on moving day (a saturday) that the internet high speed that was supposed to be up and running - guaranteed by good old AT&T - was not only not hooked up, but wasn't even available in my area!!!
During all this, I kept in contact with my supervisor and if he took heat for my non-working hours, he never let me know. He has always been upbeat and cheerful and helpful and supportive and even if it annoys me sometimes that he takes way too long to answer e-mails or phone messages, I keep my mouth shut and think good thoughts about him because I figure he just might be helping some other soul whose day or month or year or even decade is going as badly as mine seems to be.
So, go ahead and say what you want, tell me I'm naive and foolish and wearing blinders as far as Medquist is concerned, but I continue to thank them for the job and the paycheck and my supervisor and my account, which has more wonderful doctors than not. If I end up doing the nasty accounts on saturdays, which happens more often than not, I take it in stride and figure it's part of my due for having wonderful doc's the rest of the time.
Light and Love and Joy to all of you out there who really need it in your lives right now.
Starsong, a happy Medquist transcriptionist.
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Stepping up... - starsong
