Justin Did It
Even though I have introduced myself to patients and families and I wear a name badge that displays my name in bold capital letters, I'm still called by a different name. When people come looking for me and ask where Justin is, I tell them he left early and I'm in charge. Sometimes they complain about him and I lend a sympathetic ear while mentally taking notes. I simply tell them he is on his way out and will not be here for long because no one likes him. They laugh a little at that, then I take care of the issue at hand.
When real problems do arise, I find myself blaming Justin as well. He seems to get into a lot of trouble when I'm not around. There are occasions when another department requires paperwork only he can provide and no one can find the documents because his desk is a mess. One time I found a candy bar wrapper stuck to some financial sheets that were supposed to be faxed earlier in the week. I have tried to talk to him about this and even bought him a nice desk organizer but somehow it became buried under a pile of blank documents and old HCFA forms. I am at a loss.
One day when things were slow, he was playing practical jokes on nurses and other therapists that got out of hand. He filled an office with balloons, blocked the speech therapists' door with the therapy stairs, and even jumped out and scared the poor medical records person as she was walking down the hall. And of course he was laughing loudly the whole time. Then there was the day he brought in those fake scratch-off lottery tickets and fooled quite a few of us into thinking we had won big money. I could have strangled him that day. He is incorrigible. Maybe Jackson, Josh, Jessie or Jacob could help me out on this.