Can you guess what this blog’s about: Is it a Michael Jackson song? Is it a Geico commercial?
One evening last week I had to rush home at the end of the day to open the house for a repair man. I introduced myself to him, explained my problem, and let him go about his work.
When he finished the repair job I thanked him for meeting me outside of normal business hours and just before he left he said to me “How are things going with the construction project at the hospital”.
I provided him a brief update on the project, he thanked me for the update, packed his tools and left. I’m sharing the story because it caught me off-guard that he knew I worked for GVMH. I had never met the repair man before he came to the house, I did not have my hospital name tag on when I saw him, and although I’m very loyal to the organization, there is no sign above my front door that says “I work for GVMH”.
Miranda Lambert said it best when she said “Everybody dies famous in a small town”. I am far from famous and have no desire to be but the point is, in a small town someone knows you everywhere you go. A benefit and curse of being raised in rural America is that you can’t get away with anything. I grew up in a town much smaller than Clinton and it seemed my parents always knew when I did something I shouldn’t have and I will swear to this day that half the time they knew I did something wrong before I even did it!
Clinton is a small community and it’s become apparent to me that each time I go out to eat, go to the grocery store, or get gas, someone probably knows me and I represent GVMH whether I’m on duty or off.
I never have a bad hair day (you’ve got to have hair for it to be bad) but if for some reason I find myself making a trip to Wal-Mart early next Saturday morning – I believe I’ll shower and shave before I leave the house.
You never know, someone may just stop me and want an update on the hospital renovation project.