Beam Me Up, Scotty. . .

I don’t think there is any intelligent life over there at Wilmot. And it shows in their hiring practices.

You know, they stand on street corners and ask passers-by, “are you stupid;” those who say “yes” get a job.

Well, we can add Paige R. Cowd to the list of passers-by who answered in the affirmative. I base that opinion on the email I received yesterday (February 13, 2023) in which she “would like to formally invite you to consider becoming a “patient and family advisor” for the Wilmot Cancer Institute Patient and Family Advisory Council (PFAC). “

Now, I do think that I would be a very effective “patient and family advisor,” but clearly not in the way that Paige expects. Why she chose to “formally invite” me to *anything* related to Wilmot is beyond me —

— unless, of course, they are ready to weed out the dangerous doctor(s) from their staff <—–I would LOVE to help them with that!

They can start by sending Ajay Dhakal off to work at McDonald’s or something. . . where the worst he can do is forget to ask “do you want fries with that.” It might be bad for business, but it wouldn’t actually (almost) kill anyone. . .

Obviously, Paige has never read my blog. So I sent her a note to “formally invite” her to do so.

I’m sure the offer will be withdrawn once she takes a look at it. Either that, or I will never hear from her (or anyone else at Wilmot) again.

Either option is fine with me.