Jesus and The Joint Commission

I work at a state mental hospital, which means that we are chronically underfunded, short of staff and behind the state of the art. I am in the medical records department, known as Health Information Management, apparently to throw people off. (This is, though, an industry-wide title.) At the moment, the requirements by The Joint Commission (formerly known as the Joint Commission for Accreditation of Health Care Organizations) for monitoring of medical records has become so onerous that it is increasingly difficult for the traditional, routine and necessary work of the medical records department to be done efficiently and on time. There is simply not enough staff or time for both horribly complicated and arcane businesses to be done by this one department. The atmosphere is increasingly desperate, proportionate to the desperation of the situation, and it seems that the only solution hoped for by now is that Jesus Christ will come back before things become impossible.

There is a parking space in front of our building which reads, "Reserved for HIM." One day, my dad brought me back from lunch, and asked, "reserved for him? Who's he?" I told my dad that most of the people I worked with were true believers and thought that He would be coming back any minute. Apparently. He would be needing a spot to park His SUV.

One can only hope Gabriel's trumpet sounds before TJC's does.