A few years ago, I was working in a hospital in Columbia, SC. Barely 23 and fresh out of a Nursing program, I took whatever in I could get as an introduction to the hospital, and landed myself in the records department. I was kind of halfway between a nurse and a secretary, forced to wear scrubs but not actually participating in anything remotely capable of getting my uniform dirty.
Eric was the maintenance lead at the hospital. He could fix anything. I first met him about 4 months prior, when I first started working. The blood pressure monitor in the main waiting room (shared with the Pharmacy) wasn’t working. The seniors always came in to get their prescriptions filled, then check their BP, and that monitor was constantly breaking (perhaps a little of the blame for that can be laid on me).