Dear Mr. Getoutofmybusiness

Dear Mr. G

While I realize that you had no interest or desire in hiring me there are a few facts that I think I should point out to you so that we can move forward from here on out. Pay attention, I know it's hard.

1. YOU ARE NOT MY BOSS. You have little if anything to do with my area and department and therefore your "acts of generosity" appear to be more geared towards taking control of something you have no control over. It is not my fault that the powers that be felt I was the most qualified to work in their department. I am not them and I don't tell them what to do. I simply come to work and do three times as many patients as your people do. I bill as much in a day as you do per tech in week. In case you missed the memo, money talks.

2. In your quest to have your wrinkly fingers in everything that goes on, you spent three months trying to fix the licence only to wait for me to show up and tell you what I needed. Even when I let you know that I had researched it extensively, you refused to acknowledge it. In the future either screw up on your own or follow simple instruction, it's your choice.

3. That inept fuck YOU hired to be MY physicist is a joke. When one deals with the NRC, things must me accurate and correct. That Barney Fife jack-ass who looks like a disheveled old guy from the bar is going to get us all fined. While you may not be my boss, we do function on the same licence and therefore, my fines are your fines. Have fun with that. In addition, the next time you send someone to pick apart my books and records, make sure that my records are in bad shape and furthermore make sure he understands that I wasn't born in a swamp yesterday. I am a board certified Nuclear Cardiology Tech. I know what the hell I am doing and coming into my office and insulting my credentials, my former co-workers, and my way of doing things will get us no where. Finally, if he's going to question me, make sure he knows what he is talking about.

In closing let me say that the next time you screw up my department, you know, planning a move to a room that isn't finished, providing a physicist that is inept, or failing to list the licence the way it needs to be done, I am going to eventually freak out. Moreover, if you ever run your hand across the small of my back again and call me "hun" while doing it, you can only hope I scream harassment instead of punching you in your old ass face like I want to. I can take your professional shit, but you will keep your smarmy hands off the goods.

With all of my love