I used to temp in the mental health ward of a hospital
as an admin monkey. The woman i was covering for had obviously taken the opportunity to let all her filing pile up so that i would do it for her while she was on a month long holiday.

Being a mental health ward, the filing room had to be kept shut and had a pin-code lock on it, and a key, and an alarm so i damn well heard anybody coming in and had plenty of time to look busy.

There were actually three mental health wards of varying levels of security, and a lot of the patients got transferred between the three depending on who had attacked who/escaped and got arrested/tried to commit suicide that day. As a result, a lot of the files were often missing from the file room.

The result of all of this is that i used to spend hours in the filing room sitting on the shelf ladder reading patients' clinical notes - it was fascinating stuff. If anybody came in I would just look all innocent and complain how the doctors never put the folders back (thus explaining why I hadn't filed anything). The sweet old lady supervising me would laugh and agree and say i was very hard working and make me a cup of tea, as i'd been in that horrible stuffy room all afternoon and deserved a break.

Tee hee.
( eponymous Oh!, Wed 27 Apr 2005, 21:39, Reply)