The devil in scrubs

The devil in scrubs

My boss was a very nice man. That was the first impression I got when he walked me out of the office where he just had given me a one –hour long interview。It was not exactly like an interview，more like a relaxing talking between two friends on some interesting topics。We talked almost everything except work。He showed me his family pictures，he talked his trips，he proudly mentioned his children’s careers which are very impressive。In the end，He asked me a couple of job-related questions，which are too easy to be answered wrong。He seemed very pleased with my performance. He reached out his hand and congratulated me for getting this job。

It was my first job in Canada since we landed in Montreal three years ago. And it was a good start. Instead of working in a restaurant like most of immigrant, I got a job in a dental office and with a super nice boss. How exciting that was! I was the luckiest girl in the world at that moment.

Soon after had been working with him, I realized he wasn’t nice at all. Probably the worst boss I ever had. Honestly, dental assistant’ tasks are not that challenging and difficult. It’s the dentist’s mood made this job very stressful.

My boss is known for his excellent work as a dentist, but well-known for his bad temper. Being his assistant, I felt like living in the hell. He had been practically giving me headache everyday. The moment he walked into the office, my mind started racing, mouth drying, and heart flip-flopping in my chest. I gingerly did my work, while kept checking on his face to see if he was in the good mood, my ears were cocked all the time for fear of missing the words when he muttered under the mask. This would definitely get me yelled later on. I woke up in the middle of night worrying what I did wrong to make him give me that look, the look mixed with disgust and distrust. The look made me feel like an idiot.

His mood varies abruptly. You could see his face change from sunny to thunderstorm within a second. Then, snap! He snapped at everyone who happened to approach him at that very moment for any reason.

His staff kept leaving because of this. I, unfortunately, was another victim jumping in this trap. Only been a year and half, I was currently at the edge of depression. His constant assault really burned me out. I couldn’t let him treat me like dirt any more. I made up my mind to quit.