I thought returning to work on the 9th was supposed to be a victory for me against my BP. That's what I get for thinking. Upon returning to work, I was told my hours have been reduced to the company minimum (16 hrs) as all of MY hours have been given to someone else. I have a year's seniority over the other person in the office (medical leave doesn't mean you lose tenure, you still accrue seniority). I have been reduced to a glorified scullery maid. My job responsibilities include ALL general housekeeping, answering phones and setting patient appointments. That's IT.

To add insult to injury, I have been told I am no longer allowed to file patient records, verify prescription information, or prep charts for the next day.

Did I mention the emotional abuse has gotten WORSE? Comments made under the breath, and my supervisor had the nerve to step toward me to wag her finger in my face during a heated argument today, because I was making conversation with a patient's mom, who I know through my younger cousin's sports.

I have worked SO HARD to get back to the point of being able to even go back to work, that this is just making me backslide. I cried myself to sleep last night, as I probably will tonight as well. I feel the depression coming, and I can't do a damn thing to stop it.

I have a meeting with the owner on Thursday to see what my options are of getting the Hell out of that office. I cannot work with that miserable ***** of a supervisor. I am damn good at my job, and to be treated like this is really taking its toll on me emotionally. I don't want another relapse; I can't take it.

Dolfin