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Well, my cow orkers are starting to figure out that I know _everybody_.
One of them kindly offered to take me on a tour around the campus, show me what the units looked like, and so on. As we walked up to this one building, there were police cars out front. "Well that can't be good," she said.
As we walked up to the cop he said, "Hey what are you doing here?"
"I'm not there anymore, I'm here!"
Lots of smiling and handshaking.
As we walked away, she said, "That cop knows you?"
"yeah, I know all of them."
So, a couple of days ago, there's an incident in my department, cops are there again, and the sergeant is in the office taking a statement from somebody or another ... he interrupts his business to give me a big hug. I thought hyperguy's eyeballs would fall out he was bugging so much.
It's not just cops.
I had presented a case to one of the attendings, and was telling the other folks what was going on in case they got any calls about that patient coming in. I referred to the shrink the way I've always referred to him ... by his first name.
One of them said, wait, who is (firstnameredacted)?
The attending. That's his first name.
Oh, you call doctors by their first names? (Dr. Firstnameredacted is notoriously straightlaced, apparently. He's the one I was hugging in the hallway my second day there)
The one's that I have known for 15 years, yes.
I also know the majority of local people that refer to us, and, of course, everybody at the old nuthouse.
bossdude called me into his office yesterday, pointing out that my 90 day eval was coming up, and he wanted to talk with me a little bit.
He mentioned some areas where I had shown improvement, and was asking where I was having issues, usual boss stuff.
Then he mentioned that whole thing about my title being different from all the others (They are Admissions Officers, I am the Clinical Admissions Specialist) ... and how I'm going to be finding out what that entails, now that I know how to do the base job. I'm going to have responsibility for screening cases that are being presented by outside agencies.
He kept saying, "you're a master's level clinician." There were overtones of awe attached there.
You know, at the old nuthouse, nobody ever regarded me that way.
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