I’m sure you all think that I was a meek little intern who was constantly terrorized by the cruel senior resident Jessica and never spoke up for myself. But that’s not entirely the case. I'm actually a little more vocal than people think I am.
About halfway through my first month of internship, I decided that I was sick of hating Jessica. It had gotten to the point where I felt like I couldn't even be in the same room with her. I looked forward to her day off like they were my days off.
So basically, I told on her. I had a talk with our program director about my Jessica issues. The program director listened to my gripes and then launched into a crusade to get me to talk to her about my issues with her. He went on and on about it until I promised that I would talk to her. He gave me this example:
A professor teaching a lecture notices that Stacy is 10 minutes late to class. He is slightly irritated by her late entrance and starts thinking to himself that she's been late a lot lately. In fact, he thinks that her work in the class has been sub-par and she hasn't put much thought into her assignments. Stacy obviously doesn't care about the class. The professor decides to fail Stacy.
However, if he had asked Stacy why she was late to class, she would have told him that she was at a national conference down south over the weekend. And her mother who lives down there also happened to be ill and needed help around the house. However, she set her mother up with her sister and caught the redeye back to school just in order to make that class, because it was that important to her.
A little ridiculous, but fine, I could see his point.
Anyway, I did talk to Jessica. I told her that I valued her feedback, but I hoped she would give me a little more POSITIVE feedback in the future. Because I was an intern just starting out and still just learning... plus I'm sensitive.
I thought the talk went well. She was really nice about the whole thing. It was definitely a much better thing to do than go behind her back and report her to the chief residents or something. I felt like I was actually doing something about my problem, rather than just being a sleaze.
And after that, she was much nicer to me. For maybe... 24 hours. Then she immediately went back to being a huge bitch again. And then we later were in the ICU together for a week and I started hating her more than I ever thought it was possible to hate another person.
So the moral is: when someone is being cruel to you, talking to them about it doesn't do jack shit.