Hand-gagging a doctor, my boss. M/F
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2022 8:57 pm
Years ago I worked as a clerk in a hospital laboratory. I hated that job, often because of the doctors I had to work for. There were some doctors that I actually liked, such as Dr. K. Half the time Dr. K was nice, respectful and even helpful. The other half of the time she was trying to be nice but was irritating and obstructive instead. Dr. K was middle aged I think. She had palish skin, a narrow face, wore glasses, had long blonde hair usually pinned back, or in a low sitting ponytail. She was also about my height.
One blessedly slow day, I was on my way back to my workstation from lunch when I ran into Dr. K, and we Hagan to walk together. Dr. K immediately started gossiping. Hospitals are terrible for gossip. And I hate gossip. I had told not just Dr. K but other gossips to leave me out of it many times before. This time I asked her to change the subject, but she either ignored or did not hear me, so I put up my hand. She kept talking, so I put my hand over her mouth. Dr. K stopped in her tracks and went “Ooh!”
“Doctor. Ma’am, please. I can’t listen to this,” I said. My hand was still on her mouth. I kept my hand there for about thirty seconds, and let go.
“So sorry, Alex,” she said, “ I’ll remember. If you ever bother you again, just put a piece of duct tape over my mouth!” She said with a grin.
Many months later, I was at my workstation in the lab. We had had an especially stressful morning, and I’d already spent half my lunch break in a closer screaming in agony. Dr. K came up to me, and began asking a set of rapid fire questions, that I did my best to answer. She moved on from the questions, and attempted to explain something to me, but was speaking so fast about a problem I had no familiarity with. I understood nothing she said. I asked several times for her to slow down and start again, but she didn’t. So I stood up to and put my hand over her mouth.
“Mmm mmm mm!” Dr. K mumbled, seemingly from pure verbal inertia. I took my hand away, and she took a breath. Dr. K started again, and it turned out she was talking about something that had nothing to do with me. I just enjoyed an extra ten minutes where I didn’t have to work, and an opportunity to hand-gag my boss. I got away with it on both occasions.
One blessedly slow day, I was on my way back to my workstation from lunch when I ran into Dr. K, and we Hagan to walk together. Dr. K immediately started gossiping. Hospitals are terrible for gossip. And I hate gossip. I had told not just Dr. K but other gossips to leave me out of it many times before. This time I asked her to change the subject, but she either ignored or did not hear me, so I put up my hand. She kept talking, so I put my hand over her mouth. Dr. K stopped in her tracks and went “Ooh!”
“Doctor. Ma’am, please. I can’t listen to this,” I said. My hand was still on her mouth. I kept my hand there for about thirty seconds, and let go.
“So sorry, Alex,” she said, “ I’ll remember. If you ever bother you again, just put a piece of duct tape over my mouth!” She said with a grin.
Many months later, I was at my workstation in the lab. We had had an especially stressful morning, and I’d already spent half my lunch break in a closer screaming in agony. Dr. K came up to me, and began asking a set of rapid fire questions, that I did my best to answer. She moved on from the questions, and attempted to explain something to me, but was speaking so fast about a problem I had no familiarity with. I understood nothing she said. I asked several times for her to slow down and start again, but she didn’t. So I stood up to and put my hand over her mouth.
“Mmm mmm mm!” Dr. K mumbled, seemingly from pure verbal inertia. I took my hand away, and she took a breath. Dr. K started again, and it turned out she was talking about something that had nothing to do with me. I just enjoyed an extra ten minutes where I didn’t have to work, and an opportunity to hand-gag my boss. I got away with it on both occasions.