I need to blow off some steam

and hopefully this is the right place..

I work at an ECF for MRDD. Love the people, can't stand my co-worker. She's been there longer than I have, and feels she owns the place. Whatever. I'm just there to do my work, and get along.

We are having a ******* war over, of all things, the med cabinets.

She does not read the MAR (has all of the meds memorized, and just punches from the cards without looking) so it doesn't matter to her if the cards are in alphabetical order. Those of us who do follow the MAR (because we're supposed to? because med orders change?) have to pull out cards and re-alphabetize them continually.

When the new meds come, we both have different ways of restocking the cabinets. Since she never gets this done, I do it myself. I don't mind. I check the invoice, make sure it's correct, sign/fax to the pharmacy and stock the cabinet. She doesn't like the way I do it, and redoes it.

I put all of the new meds at the end of the resident's cards, and pull out the new meds as needed. She puts the new meds right behind the old meds, turned backwards, so the bubbles jam up with each other when you pull out the cards. Since she doesn't pull out cards, or look at what she's giving, it doesn't matter to her. Since I pull out cards and look at them, it's a pain to have the meds stuffed in the drawer and have 4 cards come out at one time because the cards catch on each other.

Whatever. It's her time she's wasting, and I don't care. Until this month.

We got the new meds, and I restocked the cabinets. She decided she didn't like the way I did it, and TOOK ALL OF THE MEDS OUT OF THE CABINETS. Not only did she take them out, she put them in boxes, and hid the boxes. She will, apparently, stock the cabinet her way when she feels like it.

However, I am running out of meds on my shift. Aside from taking them from AM meds, or taking meds from another resident, I am out of at least 1/4 of the meds I need for people with seizures, heart disease, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder - you know, the little things in life.

There are only the two of us who pass meds. This is childish and ridiculous. She has made comments about me to all of the staff members, and the supervisor, and never said anything to me. Our supervisor just told me to not waste my time stocking the cabinets, but had no answer on what to do when I run out of meds and they're hidden in a box somewhere. As it stands, I'm circling meds I am missing and noting that there are none in the cabinet, but in the end, the residents suffer, and I am the one who appears to not be doing her job.

I know, short of her quitting, there is no way to work this out, but I had to get this off my chest. Thank you for understanding.