Things are plunging into the sewer here at work this week even faster than I expected.
We are shorthanded here in the Pathology department, so naturally everyone has decided that This Is The Week I Want My Lesion Removed.
It was while I was making my FIFTH phone call to try and reach the GODLIKE SURGEON who couldn’t be bothered to hang around for my frozen section diagnosis and while I was on HOLD trying to read out a sudden flood of additional frozens, handle questions and deal with other allegedly urgent requests, the answering service recording to which I was treated on speakerphone was some Folies Bergere/Can-Can-style music which kept getting cut off and then restarting, i.e. DA-DUMDUMDUM-DA-DA-dee-dee-DEE! - Da-DUM-DUm-Da! da-DEE (dead silence). A few seconds later, suddenly - Da-DUMDUMDUM-DA-da-DEE DEE DEE! DADADAH-DADaDUH 'DOH!!! (more silence) da-DUM DUM DUM (well, you get the idea).
I will have that tune in my head now for the next week, easily.
And then the answering service hung up on me.
It was benign, if any one cares. :smack:
