Do me a favor… buzz over to the “About Me” tab and take a peek at my picture.
Does it say, “Can I Help You?” in magic ink on my forehead or something?
For reasons I never understand, people gravitate to me when they have questions. I do work in a service industry, but– trust me– I am often not the best bet for help when you’re trying to find something.
This morning, I was striding through the hospital lobby… labcoat, scrubs, stethoscope slung around my neck. You get the picture. And I got stopped by someone looking for the outpatient lab. Never mind the two women sitting with hands folded at the big desk labeled “INFORMATION”.
I’m an inpatient specialist and a pediatrician. I have not clue one where to send an adult patient for labwork. So I had to apologize and direct this man to the folks at the desk four feet from where we stood (at least I knew where that was. ).
Then I stopped at Walmart on my way home to buy a mailer envelope. A woman approaches me to ask “If this is my section.”
I squint at her. Despite the fact that this happens to me all the time, I still haven’t realized yet. (I blame that on the 25-hour shift I just finished. )
“Don’t you work here?”
I look down at my windbreaker over my hospital scrubs and the car keys in my hand. The sunglasses on my head slip down onto my face. “Um… no.”
“Well, do you know if they have big packages of envelopes?”