Ah, the work place

Here are a few of my phone calls for today (note: I have 6 1/2 more hours)

Caller: Yes, I need your clinic's fax number
Me: This is the Communication Department, which clinic do you need?
Caller: Yours
Me: This isn't a clinic. This is the hospital operator.
Caller: Yes
Me: M'am, this is not a clinic. Do you know which clinic you need?
Caller: Isn't this Primary Children's?
Me: Yes. There is more than one clinic here. Do you know which clinic you need?
Caller: Yes. I need your clinic's fax number.
Me: Is it for your eyes, your heart, your bones?
Caller: No. Do you not have a fax number? That's odd a clinic doesn't have a fax number.
Me: M'am, you have reached a Specialty Hopsital. All of the calls come to the hospital operator and then the operator connects you to a clinic. Do you know why you need the fax number?
Caller: So you aren't a clinic?
Me: No.
Caller: Are you sure?
Me: Yes.
Caller: Could you double check?
Me: Sure, just one moment. . . . We are not clinic.
Caller: That is so weird they would give me this number to Primary Children's. I guess I'll call the GI clinic and see if they have a fax number.

This lady was awesome.

There is nothing fun to report. I am gathering my documents for my taxes. It has snowed a bit, but not as much in SLC as Ogden. I filled my car up with gas yesterday. Oh, I saw a movie yesterday. Mad Money. It has Diane Keaton, Queen Latifa, and Katie Holmes in it. It was funny.