I Spy

I am in the world's longest chase for a patient's record ever.  From one hospital to another, though we are less than a mile apart, the process has been complicated by endless phone tags, sudden resignation, and intrigue (the package turning up at a mysterious address in Waltham, for example, when both of our hospitals are in Boston and the patient and her primary doc live much farther south).  All the twists and turns would be fun if this was a spy movie or an amusement park ride, but they're turning out rather tedious when it's my life and job.  I can't even step away from my cubicle to use the restroom because I'm expecting a call any second now and don't want to have to call her back and be put on hold for twenty minutes again. No one ever tells you when you sign up for these things that there's really no pee in P.I.