Sunday, September 14, 2014

Weekend reruns

Mrs. Grumpy had a meeting tonight, so I had to feed the kids. Fortunately for me, a Big Pharma, Inc. drug rep brought lunch to the office, and there were a lot of leftovers. So this afternoon I grabbed a bag out of the cabinet (with the Big Pharma, Inc. logo on it), tossed the leftovers in, and headed for my car.

Passing a cardiologist's office on my way to the elevator, a female rep I'd never seen before, wearing a Big Pharma, Inc. name tag, came out of his office. We made eye contact, and I nodded, smiled, and continued on my way.

Only to be stopped after another few steps by her saying loudly, "Oh MY GOD! What are you doing?"

I turned around to find Ms. Rep looking at me, horrified. "Excuse me?" I said.

Ms. Rep: "Are you taking food from a doctor's office?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Um, yeah, is that okay?"

Ms. Rep: "NO! It's rude! It's unacceptable and inappropriate! And look at the way you're dressed!" (I tend to be on the casual side) "You don't even have a name tag! What are the corporate people teaching you new reps, anyway?"

Before I could answer she went on: "I'm sorry. I suppose this isn't your fault. The training people must be slacking off." She offered me her hand. "You must be new. I'm Stacey, from our cardiology marketing division."

I shook her hand. "I'm Dr. Grumpy, from the neurology division down the hall."

Stacey, from the cardiology marketing division, somehow looked even more horrified now. After a few stuttering attempts at saying something she answered her cell phone (which hadn't rung), mumbled "nice to meet you" and ran into the stairwell.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aw, poor thing. She just didn't know. You handled that very diplomatically. My hat's off to you sir.

Anonymous said...

Great post, Dr. Grumpy! Regarding the drug rep, clueless would be the word that comes to mind.
On a different note, no new school stories by Mrs. Grumpy? I need my fix, Dr. Grumpy...I need my fix.

Shellye said...

*LOL* That is hilarious!

Anonymous said...

always enjoy the reruns :p

Anonymous said...

Sheez, where were you born? In a barn? How uncouth. ... well, what do they do with the food left over from those luncheons, anyway?

Anonymous said...

You weren't showing enough cleavage, apparently.

Candida Gomez said...

...and that would be why you introduce yourself first, and don't jump to assumptions.

This is a perfect Not Always Working story.

Old RPh said...

Great day For Dr G. Free food and intercourse.

Anonymous said...

She ran to the stairwell so she could Google, in private, if you need to see a doctor or a dentist for removing foot from mouth.

Anonymous said...

In response to the previous post, did someone call for a foot from mouth extraction? Stand back, everyone...I've done this before!

RehabRN said...

LOL! If Stacy saw the neuro I work with bring his pants in to work after running into work (and patting his sweat in the office), she would be asking him where the neurologist was, too.

 
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