Attached at the hip...

to my pager that is. Ah the joy of sitting here at work doing not much of anything except wondering if I'm going to be able to go home soon, or if my evil pager is going to go off any second meaning that I have to stay late tonight. Here at MD Anderson, I'm on a consult and liason service in the branch of Psychiatry. That pretty much means that other doctors, services, or whatever call on us when they have a patient that they think might need psych. And when that happens, our little pagers go off alerting us that we have a new patient that needs to be seen somewhere in the hospital. Usually this is all fine and very educational, but not all that welcome when the pager goes off at say.. 4:45 when we're almost about to close the office. That usually means staying til 7 or so at night until all the paperwork and dictations are done.
I'm not really all that bothered by it in the end, it just makes everyone really anxious during the 4 o'clock hour because we're doing everything we can to hope that that stupid pager doesn't go off. Thankfully, a lot of the time it doesn't. Which is ultimately great since that means that someone doesn't need us. Usually in this hospital it's a bad thing when they get to the point that they do.