Mark Hartley, Editor
Your filing cabinet for RDH could be the round or rectangular cylinder that sits on the floor. Most visitors to your workspace refer to it as the garbage can. I`m not offended. After all, I have a garbage can too. Anyone with a mailbox wins a contest every day when the postman arrives. Bundles of good information flow into our workspaces, and it`s a shame that we don`t have the space for it. The deluge of information is enough to make you fondly remember the days of winning 30,000 cans of tuna fish in a radio station`s contest.
The one genuine filing cabinet that I possess stands about four feet tall. It`s crammed full of dossiers on every RDH reader. We like to sell your personal secrets to Islamic terrorists. An Englishman, Jeremy, is the information broker. His clients come to us, because they know we can provide them political leverage against American women. They think American women are just, uh, a little too revealing in the way they dress. Do not give me the fifth degree about it, though. I vehemently disagree with the terrorists, unless the female in question is my daughter. When the bribe isn`t for the right amount, I toss the terrorists` queries for information into the rectangular cylinder on my floor. No sir, RDH doesn`t give your secrets away for free.
Anyway, I get a telephone call every so often where a RDH reader describes a situation like this: "Michael Jordan and I were filming a McDonald`s commercial together. First, we discarded our exam gloves and tossed them across the room. We both made the shot. Then we went outside and shot our bloody gloves from across the street behind the oak tree. We both made the shot. Then we stood on top of the fire station five miles away. He made his shot. But my contaminated gloves bounced off the rim of the hazwaste container and fell on the floor. What should I do?"
If this happens to you today, you may want to take a peek at the Infection Control column on page 32. But if you`re not betting Michael for a Big Mac today or tomorrow, you may want to rip out the column and put it in the "real" filing cabinet. The column`s author, Chris Miller, provides plenty of good addresses and phone numbers for ticklish situations such as the above. And, please, don`t ask Michael to get the rebound. Clean up your own mess.
