a little rant about our esteemed co-workers

Since Denise and I are perfect, we are accustomed to traversing the world with those of you who are less than. And we can sympathize with how hard it must be to strive to the perfection that we have already achieved every single day. So, we are patient and understanding sorts. Sometimes, though, we think that we work with a small tribe of people who were raised by wolves. We think that things like this must not be unique to our place of work and so we thought that we would share.



For example, there are certain paper forms that we must fill out for billing and record-keeping purposes (some of it is a throwback to our old-fashioned, paper-loving medical director, but that's another story.) Denise and I work together one night a week, and on that night, every week, we find ONE remaining copy of the paperwork. So, we search thoughout our Big City Hospital in the wee hours for a working copy machine and we make many, many copies. Mysteriously, by the next week, ALL of the copies that we made are gone and we must go and make more. We also don't understand why no one else can CLEAN UP while at work. We collectively sigh and realize that this is the price that we pay for perfection.