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Originally Posted by Citroënbender
I like to be on the front foot where possible.
Today I attempted to drop a form to the medical centre where my father’s GP practices. The receptionist refused to hand it up to the doctor simply because it was fresh off the printer and I hadn’t filled in the preliminary details (name, DOB etc) myself. I offered to fill them in on the spot, but apparently that was not good enough.  The whole idea of trying to save everyone’s net time was either not recognised or not respected.
Revenge will be the appointment next week, I will bring him in early and the whole clinic can share the joy of a snotting, coughing, farting, babbling incompetent for an extra twenty minutes - then I’ll stretch the consultation long as possible. |
That sort of almost reminds me of the time i went for nerve conduction studies on my left arm that didnt work. I handed the lady behind the desk my referal, she handed me the paperwork. I read the paperwork just to make sure they wouldnt harvest any of my organs or such, but handed back the paperwork blank. The lady got angry at me. So i calmly asked her to re read the referal. At the top it said left handed. So i handed her my drivers licence and a bit red faced she filled it out, and i asked her to sign it with an X. Kind of almost like when i did bang out that nerve, my doctor who i trust, got angry at me because he asked to push my fingers back and nothing happened, he thought i was wasting his time, nah, not the case, my fingers didnt work.