Huh? What’s all this stuff?A packet. A folder of brochures and pamphlets that I push aside as I dro
Huh? What’s all this stuff?A packet. A folder of brochures and pamphlets that I push aside as I drop down at my desk, alone for the moment after six hours of seeing patients…with no lunch. I eye it warily…Where did this all come from? I didn’t see any sales reps in the office…Oh, wait. A sticky note…hi!!! my friend works for this company - maybe something to check out?? she’d luv to come in & meet with u!!! …and then, inside a little heart, an ‘M’.“Oh, jeez, Melissa…” I mutter, under my breath. What did she leave me here?Sigh. I get this sort of thing all the time. Stuff from some pharm company, but this isn’t one I’ve heard of. Research, infographics, sales forecasts…pages and pages of them. Looks like they’re pushing…ugh…supplements, searching for a place to do clinical trials. Why in the world would this company think my practice would be a good fit? This is a geriatric clinic… not their target audience at all. Women of childbearing age? Hah! My patients are all at least 30 years past that! This is totally inappropriate and if I’m being frank, a total waste of my time.I feel myself getting worked up, my irritation having slowly grown as I clutched the smooth printed papers. But then I remember…the purple top she’s wearing today.“Oh, jeez…Melissa…” I say again, to myself, as my anger leaves me, replaced instead with a wave of nerves. She must have slipped in and put this onto my desk while I was seeing patients. I take another look at them, spotting the company logo in the top right corner. So this that company that her friend Abby works for? How am I going to handle this?? She’s obviously doing this as a favor, for her friend. Using her position here, her friendsh-….her, uh, employment with me to try to score an in… I understand but I realize it’s about time that I, like, set some ground rules with her. She may be my office manager, but that doesn’t give her say in the medicines that I choose to use in my practice. Right? Things like this have to go through a vetting process. I have to make sure that it’s not all just snake oil, or worse, harmful to my patients. I mean that she can’t just throw whatever random garbage that her friend over at that pharmaceutical company wants to peddle at me. I know I have to speak with her…. “Have you seen Melissa?” I ask Marisela, the first person I run into as I step out of my office.“I think I, uh, saw her in the waiting room,” she answers, .”helping out some patients.” Marisela is one of my younger employees, smart as a whip and with a wicked sarcastic streak. Cute, too. “They all seem to lllllove her…” >>>thanks to DB20 for his help on the copy -- source link