Chapter Seventeen
The Administrator
One man’s bully is another’s footstool
Catrina worked in the hospital as an administrator and regularly intimidated the staff with an I’m busy scowl, a curt “not now,” or worse, a “that is not what I am paid for” snap.
Every morning at eight she passed the ward to the office with a coffee from the canteen. Without a smile or a nod, she’d walk into her office and slam the door. The staff rarely bothered her; in fact, many wondered what she did. Consultants tentatively left taped letters for her to type, with “In your own time—much appreciated” attached. People phoned to complain and hung up apologising, and workmen were quickly put in their place when they approached her with a bill higher than their quote. Catrina had the ability to cut their price i
