Whenever I visit a doctor, the office people are always very VERY interested in my employer.
I always write “Self” since well… we’re self-employed.
Once in a while the doctor will take a gander at my chart and ask what I do.
Apparently doctors harbor secret desires of being farmers because rather than rushing me out, they always want to sit and talk about what we grow
and the price of beans
and how many acres we have
and what brand of tractors we use
and if we irrigate
and how we irrigate
and (here’s the biggie)… if we hunt our land.
So I always come out of appointments with lots of facetime with the Big Man (or Woman) and leave behind an invitation to “just come on down any ol’ time – we’ll be happy to show you around!”.
Needless to say the anesthesiologist in the Labor and Delivery unit would get homecooked meals, accomodations and heck – I’d even throw in a foot rub.
If the doctor is happy, then I’m happy.