Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sometimes my job is very, very interesting. (I work as a receptionist for a small psychiatrist/counseling office, for those of you who don't know.)
I was just making a follow up appointment for a patient (I shall call her Jane Smith to protect her identity! HIPAA privacy laws, don't you know) and this is the conversation that occured:
Jane: I need to make an appointment with the doctor in six weeks.
Me: Ok, how about March 31 at 2:00pm?
Jane: (Yelling off into the waiting room) Honey, will we be home from vacation by then?
Husband: Yes, dear.
Jane: Ok, March 31 sounds fine.
Me: And you're Jane, right?
Husband: Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Husband: She's only Jane on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays she's Judy. And on Saturdays she's Linda. We like to play fantasy games.
Jane: Oh don't listen to him! Giggle, giggle, giggle!
Me: (Horrified) Oh, ok. Here's your appointment card. Have a nice afternoon.