There are days you couldn't pay me enough to do my job. This is one of them.
I am past ready for my so-called industry to obsolete itself. Voice recognition? Bring it. Automated charting? Dear sweet heaven above, PLEASE. The faster these little buttmunches have to give themselves carpal tunnel instead of foisting it onto me, the better.
Oh!--Please note the disclaimer. Because again, I'm not talking about the millions of health care providers out there who are just trying to do their jobs. I'm talking about a certain provider at a certain ultra-snooty facility who needs to quit thinking he can dictate chart notes at me through a mouth full of Quaaludes. I don't care if the dude does regularly arthroscope all manner of sports celebrities, he's still a total fucking hump and I'd like to stab him in the umbilicus with a knife edged in his own teeth, which I will helpfully extract for him beforehand using pliers my cat has peed on. What's that?--NO, SORRY, NO TIME FOR ANESTHETIC TODAY, DR. HUMP.
You know. One of those days.
Posted by Ilyka at May 4, 2006 05:26 PM in in praise of idlenessI'm singing "Bad Day," in honor of you.
Posted by: The Holywriter at May 4, 2006 11:13 PMI really do sympathize.
I'm not sure which is the worse, though, transcribing from audio or trying to dephipher the hen-scratchings from when these "professionals" wrote their own notes in longhand and expected some poor schlub to figureout what they said.
(and why was that paragraph one long run-on?)
Posted by: Craig R. at May 6, 2006 04:06 PMLOL
Once in a while the transcriptionist at work will let me listen to police interview tapes, or the tapes from the belt recorders that most cops wear now days...
after about five minutes I want to put an ice pick through me ear
and OUR transcriptionist can use "INAUDIBLE" for those parts which are, infact, inaudible. I have a feeling you don't really get that ::ahem:: luxury.
Come to CA... margaritas on me.
Posted by: Darleen at May 6, 2006 05:14 PM