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After Hours
Lucia Wilkes Smith
Minneapolis, Minn
JAMA. 2000;284:1067.
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It's well past 5 o'clock and I'm still sitting in my cubicle, wanting to print out a few statistical spreadsheets before I leave the hospital campus.
The man who cleans the offices quietly makes his rounds. He's a relatively new employee, and I don't know his name. We've talked briefly on a few occasions, because I sometimes stay late into the afternoon when my work area takes on a welcome calm. I think he probably lives in the neighborhood of our inner-city hospital.
Today I'm especially glad to see the cleaning man because one of our staff has just unloaded 15 years' worth of accumulated material from his office. The retiring cardiologist stacked several piles of old medical books and journals outside his office after filling the container provided by Environmental Services. Yesterday I printed "PLEASE RECYCLE" on bright yellow Post-It notes and stuck them on top . . . [Full Text of this Article]
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