a fax came through my fax machine for mr. t. 20 pages. when the 20th page came through, i walked them across the hall to his office. i came back to my own office. another fax came through - 15 more pages regarding the same patient. when the 15th page came through, i walked them across the hall to mr. t and told him it was another fax for the same patient.
his response?
"you messed up big time."
"what?" i asked.
"you didn't keep the pages together. you messed up big time. you need to do better next time."
"i will do better next time. i'm sorry. i'm gonna go close my door and cry in my office for a bit," i said.
"yes, i'm sure you will deal with it," he said. "i'm sure you are pretty traumatized."
so, here i sit. in my office. with the door closed. pretending to cry.
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