The Big Boss Lady has decreed that today is the Great Halloween Party and employees are to come in costume so as to contribute to a festive atmosphere. Patients who come in costume get a free adjustment today.
One of the duties of those of us who work at the front desk is to make endless phone calls. We call people to confirm their appointments, not once, not twice, but multiple times. We call people who miss appointments, not once or twice. We hound them until they come back. We call people about special events like this party, not once or twice, constantly. One of my coworkers says she feels like a stalker. I suggested we coming in wearing black trench coats and dark glasses. Then again, folks might mistake 3 middle aged women dressed thusly as Trinity, Morpheus, and Neo. It could happen...shaddup, you! Stop laughing!
Ok, fine. I have another idea. When it gets really busy we have to stop making calls and make sure patient flow is unimpeded. So maybe we could all dress as ranch hands with cattle prods.
Git along lil patients! The other girls liked the idea but they also like collecting a paycheck and thought the boss might not be pleased.
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I'll continue
brainfarting brainstorming. One of the types of events we have to call people for are dinners and talks about the benefits and importance of chiropractic care. The first one I went to felt like a weird combination of a tent meeting and an Amway presentation. I told the other front desk girl if we were going to get fired for a costume we should go as the chirovangelists Jim and Tammy Faye Backcracker. The girl who handles the financials and insurance can be Jessica Hahn. Again, there were fears about how this may also adversely affect employment status.
I shared some of these ideas with a pal outside the office who liked them but doesn't want to see me in the unemployment line. His suggestion was more subtle. He said I should go dressed as a horse and call myself a nag. Tune in tomorrow to see which option I chose.
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One of the duties of those of us who work at the front desk is to make endless phone calls. We call people to confirm their appointments, not once, not twice, but multiple times. We call people who miss appointments, not once or twice. We hound them until they come back. We call people about special events like this party, not once or twice, constantly. One of my coworkers says she feels like a stalker. I suggested we coming in wearing black trench coats and dark glasses. Then again, folks might mistake 3 middle aged women dressed thusly as Trinity, Morpheus, and Neo. It could happen...shaddup, you! Stop laughing!
Ok, fine. I have another idea. When it gets really busy we have to stop making calls and make sure patient flow is unimpeded. So maybe we could all dress as ranch hands with cattle prods. Git along lil patients! The other girls liked the idea but they also like collecting a paycheck and thought the boss might not be pleased. Photo from www.flickr.com/jtonole
I'll continue 
I shared some of these ideas with a pal outside the office who liked them but doesn't want to see me in the unemployment line. His suggestion was more subtle. He said I should go dressed as a horse and call myself a nag. Tune in tomorrow to see which option I chose. Picture from www.critter.net