Some stupid big wig decided it might invade our privacy to call our name out.
So we “sign our name on a very public sheet”, to show we’re there, then we take a number like at the deli or the DMV.
A screen displays your number with a ding dong sound and you stand up and go back.
At the door the attendant/nurse says “Hi, Ms. Wrek, how are you today?” Loudly.
Who are they trying to protect me from?
They’re not accomplishing a dang thing.
We all know each other by name. We see each other 3 times a week, every week. For the rest…of…our lives!
At the new Royal Victoria Hospital, the patients are called on a board that displays their first name and two characters of their last names. So for me, the display would say HARI SE***. I really don’t see the point.
@Hari_Seldon …our thing/screen was first name followed by a number that said our cubicle number. Which is always the same cubicle unless there’s a problem with the previous inmate. No one likes to change. It’s bad juju.
Example: The person ahead of me on Fridays died recently in the cubicle. I was changed for the next two times. I was immediately ill. Stayed in the hospital.
I would be sure it’s all just superstition but I ended up having to have a port surgery.
I’m sure the machines all work the same.
But, there you go.
I’d guess that someone made noise about it somewhere- they didn’t really like that their distinctive name (probably something like Aloysius Q. Stinkroach) was called out in public in whatever sort of clinic you’re in.
So TPTB decided to just go to numbers so Mr. Stinkroach doesn’t feel embarrassed.
