a not-so-sincere thanks to my favorite dictator - disgruntled

Thank you, dear doctor, for deciding that your account has to be 100% accurate, that the 98% industry standard is "lazy" and "impossible."  I love that you decided there should be no numerals or ordinals in a medical report, that all numbers must be spelled out except the date.  I appreciate how your secretary will fax in 4 pages to complain about one isolated, non-critical error while also calling the OM repeatedly about the same error.  I enjoy that this leads to the OM calling me, keeping me on the phone for 10+ minutes to tell me I'm "stupid," that you're a "learned MD who doesn't make mistakes and doesn't have time for people like me," and "MT isn't rocket science, you know." 

Speaking of learned MDs who don't make mistakes, I would also like to thank you for eating, yawning, burping, hiccuping, playing loud music, and waggling your x-ray films while dictating, and, yes, even urinating while the tape is running.  I appreciate that you suddenly say random words with faux French pronunciations, that you slur and stumble, that you will say completely the wrong thing.  Yesterday's "The patient has bilateral knee discussions, right greater than wrong" was an absolute joy.

I also loved typing that STAT personal letter to a hotel for you, the one where you complained because you could see the vacuum lines in the carpet and they weren't all exactly parallel to the walls.

All this, and for 6 cents a line.  Who could ask for more?