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The phone rang.
"Hello, thank you for calling the Primary Care Clinic. My name is Amy, how may I help you?" "Is this Primary Care?" "Yes, it is. How may I help you?" "I'm returning your call from yesterday, Amy." "But I wasn't here yesterday, sir." "Yes you were. You called me yesterday." "I was off yesterday, sir." "No, you called me and left a message for me to return your call." "I wasn't here yesterday, I took the day off. What can I help you with, sir?" "I don't know, Amy. I'm returning your call." I sigh. "Let me take a message. Maybe it was one of our nurses calling you yesterday." He sighs. "No, it was definitely you. You called me." Yeah, I know what I'd call him all right. I take down his name and phone number anyway and tell him I'd give it to the nurses. "I don't know what you called me for. This is getting ridiculous. Just forget it." He hangs up on me. I sigh again. Just another day in the life of a clinical secretary.
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