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florida80 · 06-29-2019

That’s Where We Put The Bad Patients

Australia, Coworkers, Language & Words, Medical Off, Silly | Healthy | January 30, 2018

(It is a busy Monday with patients eager to get scanning done after the weekend, walk-ins, and appointments. I am working as fast and as politely as I can. There is a bit of pressure since our site manager is on holiday and our second was just promoted to head office. I have inadvertently become the senior receptionist.)

Coworker: “I have to find the keys to the mur…”

(I can’t hear what he’s saying because of the phone ringing and a patient in front of me giving me details necessary for the booking. He does a lap around the department.)

Coworker: “He’s supposed to have left keys for the mur mur rum...”

(I don’t catch the end of it, again, needing to pick up a call on hold that’s been waiting for seven minutes. He runs around again. I blaze through more people, finally finish all calls, and get to the last lady in the queue.)

Coworker: “Okay, so, we get the keys from upstairs in General. It’s all good. They got into the murder room.”

(I stop what I’m doing and stare at him, absolutely sure I heard it right, but shocked if that’s what he said.)

Me: “The murder room?!”

Coworker: “Motor room.”

(The patient in front of me starts laughing.)

Patient: “I wouldn’t want to be in one of those!”

06-29-2019	#2077
florida80 R11 Độc Cô Cầu Bại Join Date: Aug 2007 Posts: 113,793 Thanks: 7,446 Thanked 47,174 Times in 13,137 Posts Mentioned: 1 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 511 Post(s) Rep Power: 162	That’s Where We Put The Bad Patients Australia, Coworkers, Language & Words, Medical Off, Silly \| Healthy \| January 30, 2018 (It is a busy Monday with patients eager to get scanning done after the weekend, walk-ins, and appointments. I am working as fast and as politely as I can. There is a bit of pressure since our site manager is on holiday and our second was just promoted to head office. I have inadvertently become the senior receptionist.) Coworker: “I have to find the keys to the mur…” (I can’t hear what he’s saying because of the phone ringing and a patient in front of me giving me details necessary for the booking. He does a lap around the department.) Coworker: “He’s supposed to have left keys for the mur mur rum...” (I don’t catch the end of it, again, needing to pick up a call on hold that’s been waiting for seven minutes. He runs around again. I blaze through more people, finally finish all calls, and get to the last lady in the queue.) Coworker: “Okay, so, we get the keys from upstairs in General. It’s all good. They got into the murder room.” (I stop what I’m doing and stare at him, absolutely sure I heard it right, but shocked if that’s what he said.) Me: “The murder room?!” Coworker: “Motor room.” (The patient in front of me starts laughing.) Patient: “I wouldn’t want to be in one of those!”