@JenniferS
I left the "new job" after 2.5 days.
Day one I learned the office staff, as the office manager put it, "don't give no effs bout these aye hole s---bags", referring to the patients.
Day one, the first patient I met was a heroin addict who just learned she was pregnant. Again. With number five.
Day one, patient came in so drunk he puked then passed out in the waiting room. Again, the office staff couldn't possibly care any less.
Day two, on my walk down to the office, I was harassed by a patient who grabbed me, called me a c--t, and threatened me.
Day two I was called a b---h no less than five times.
Day two, the office staff thought nothing of it.
Day three, I was cussed at by office staff, office manager, patients, and after sobbing so hard in the bathroom (pity party, table for one) I went back to my desk only to have a hep b+ patient throw a urine sample at my face. Thankfully, my desk was enclosed in glass (and now I know why) and five minutes later, purse in hand, barely touched iced coffee in the other, I walked out of those terrible doors and didn't look back.
I've never cried so hard over a job in my life.