I work at a medical school. If any of you have ever worked with scientists, you know that they can be a quirky bunch. I have the privilige of working with not one but 10 such personalities. They're an endearing bunch though, and I've worked with them for 2 years. They're like family. It's terrible when they have to reach agreement on something, but it's great for a laugh.
Whenever my husband needs cheering up, I just tell him about my day at work. I should write a comedic novel about these guys. They provide plenty of material.
They're geniuses, all of them - but they're so smart they can't tie their own shoelaces.
They're a grateful bunch. I came in one morning to see our course director standing frustrated over the copier in the hall. "'Morning," I said, and hit the power button as I walked by. The machine lit up and happily made his copies (that trick helped me make the jump from "office mascot" to "indespensable superhero"). He was elated and told me so. Fix a stapler, or show them how to use their speaker phone, or explain the "undo" command in Microsoft Word and you've got better job security than an officer in the military.
But as I said, they're geniuses. Beyond that, they're incredibly clever geniuses. Today the course director came into my office and declared he was an idiot ("Just to get it out of the way," he explained). He was having trouble with an online account and wanted me to see if I could fix it. I ended up having to call tech support. A man with a very deep voice picked up and I put him on speaker so the course director could hear too. We worked through teh problem and hung up.
"Wow," the course director said. "I wish I had a voice like that guy's." I smiled. "Didn't he sound good?"
Keep in mind, the course director is a 50 something, red haired, red bearded, balding agnostic jewish scientist.
"Yes," I said, shaking my head and smiling. "Very attractive sounding."
"Yeah, I'll say," the course director went on. "What's the phone number you called?"
"You gonna ask him out?" I said.
"Yes!" the course director replied enthusiastically. "Or at least tell him he was wasting his talent!"
"And what else would he do?" I asked. "Read movie trailers?"
"Maybe. No! He should be that voice at the airport that tells you the moving sidewalk is about to end!"
He left after I reminded him not to lose the tech support phone number.
I love my doctors...even if they can be backed into a corner with a bottle of windex. But you can forgive that when they come in and address you as "oh venerable power point guru."
Anyway, the little exchange today was just one of billions of my "funny doctor stories". I'm going to start posting them. They're well worth sharing.
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