Second Time Jinxed

25th March (Friday) - Back again to my doctor.  This time it wasn't him who made a riot, but the patient instead. I got there happily, humming a children song when this lady handed me her queue. Like a complete fool, I looked at my appointment book, and found that someone had scrawled CLINIC STARTS AT 11 in caps, plus DO NOT TAKE ANY MORE PATIENTS scrawled across. Trusting the person who wrote the message, I told the patient that clinic starts at 11. Big mistake. Next thing I knew, her daughter yelled at me like a total maniac, as one of the assistants would say, "Barking like a mad dog." Seriously. She yelled at me until the whole floor heard her. Taking an advice form a friend, who said I was 'thick-skinned', I told her politely that I had no idea what's going on since I just came back from a long leave, like the usual time, and still she blasted me. This one is ten times worse because the whole floor heard the whole drama. It was a good thing it's early in the morning. So not many people heard the whole thing. Oh wait. Who am I kidding? In books, they always say the worst place to be in it's a quiet place. Noisy places means less chance of being overheard. Desperate, desperate, I ran to the phone and dialed my doctor's handphone. Thank God he answered the phone after a few rings. It's standard, unlike last time where he didn't pick up the phone (Although that's because he's on the airplane). Okay, I doubled confirm with him, he's starting clinic at 9.30. I suggested the patient to go for breakfast, but the family refused, saying they refuse to leave til they catch the doctor. Fine then.
In between while waiting for my doctor, I received phone calls from the nurses, and visits from the other clinic assistants, plus the registration staff, whom wanted to know what was that lady shouting about. Well, this is the second time I get blasted for something that is not my fault. No big deal. Somehow I been jinxed that whenever I come back to work with him, I get hit by something that has nothing to do with me. Good grief. Of course I have to take the blame, but how long more can I keep this up without screaming inside?  
Thank Mother of God he arrived at exactly the time after I informed him that there were three patients waiting. He saw me sitting at the table looking slightly crestfallen from the patient's drama. He gave a smile and said, "Well, well, looks like we're reunited." Eh??? Um... Okay. I got tons of stuff for him from the vendor. New notepads, I know he loves to write ^^, new pens, we're always losing them, free samples of scar cream (I know he needs them, since he's a surgeon), and Japanese coffee chocolates (He likes coffee), Yay, he accepted them all, and he passed me something thick in return. His legal documents. Whaaa- "Help me pass these to legal department." Well, okay. It wasn't sealed, but I refuse to pry into it. Turning the envelope over, I found the extension where I'm supposed to call. To be on the safe side, I dialed. Good thing too. The lawyer asked me open the envelope and check the contents. "Er, um, I can't open the envelope. It's his P&C." The lawyer chuckled and said, "You're supposed to open it because you have to check the contents. I'll tell you what to do, don't worry." Okay, so taking out the documents, she guided me through the process, like taking out whichever documents she mentioned and check to make sure he sign and stamp them with his company stamp. I was a little confused because I expected him to use our usual stamp, but the lawyer chuckled again and said, "You didn't know? He has his own business." Oh...OH.... So that's what that title meant. Blur, blur, blur. The lawyer came down too to help me with his documents which we looked through together and she tsk-tsked. He did not sign his initials on each page, only stamped them. After confirming with her and her senior lawyer colleague to make sure, it was acceptable, providing he did sign the important parts. Once we're satisfied, she collected the documents and I thanked her.
In between waiting patients for X-Rays, some of the other assistants told me, without further ado, to attack the person who caused me so much trouble. I refused, because I didn't want to cause havoc. They told me, "This is not about havoc. This is about fighting for your right. For God's sake, why are you the one who always had to pick up the mess?" In the end, I tried. I did it in a nice way, not blaming others, but just inquiring how. The manager tried, but it was no good. Not one admit their fault, because "The doctor didn't say anything, so it's his fault." Always, always, my doctor get stabbed. If not him, me. Urgh.....
The rest of the day passed by as a blur, but it was really good to see him again. Just like old times. One patient even commented, "You and your doctor look romantic."

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I'll.......take that as a compliment, but I think my whole ears turned red. My doctor basically laughed his head off. Oh, it is funny in a way, but I hope no one misinterpret it for other meanings.