Very Bad Reception, Part 16

| VA, USA | Employees, Ignoring & Inattentive, Time

Receptionist: “Hi, this is [Receptionist] from Dr. [Doctor]’s office and he wants to see you, if that’s all right.”

Me: “Yeah, sure, but it has to be this week or after January fifth. I’m leaving Saturday.”

Receptionist: “Okay, no problem. Let me call you back.”

(A few minutes pass and she calls back as promised, presumably having spoken with the psychiatrist.)

Receptionist: “Hi, it’s [Receptionist] from Dr. [Doctor]’s office again. How’s Saturday at 12:30 or Sunday at 10?”

Me: “No, sorry… I’m leaving Saturday.”

Receptionist: “Oh, well, maybe you can come in before you go? Is 12:30 okay?”

Me: “No. See, it’s an international flight, so I’m thinking I’ll be in the airport all day.”

Receptionist: “Oh, so, it really has to be this week or after January 5th?”

Me: “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”

Receptionist: “Okay, let me call you back again.”

(She hasn’t called back yet. That was yesterday. Looks like it’ll be after I get back.)


Very Bad Reception, Part 15

Very Bad Reception, Part 14

Very Bad Reception, Part 13


Wandering Is Part Of The Therapy

| London, England, UK | Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful

(I have been having physio for my knees for about 3 months. My usual appointments are at the hospital but my final one is in the same building as my doctor’s surgery. They have various medical services available over 3 floors, but I have only ever been there to see my GP. Please note, I am an adult and obviously so. I enter building and stop at main reception desk.)

Me: “Hi, could you point me in the direction of physio please?”

Receptionist: “For adults or children?”

Me: *thinks: surely that’s obvious* “Er, adults.”

Receptionist: “Do you have a letter?”

Me: “No, I…” *gets interrupted*

Receptionist: “Well, it’s either the first or second floor, then.”

Me: “…”

Receptionist: “…”

Me: “I’ll just wander aimlessly ’til I find it, then?!”

(Thankfully the people on second floor were helpful.)


Cat-apulted To A New Level Of Crazy

| San Jose, CA, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Coworkers, Pets & Animals

(I’m known for being a bit of a crazy cat lady; my boyfriend and I have three. Coworker #1 also adores cats, but our work is just his day job. In his ‘other life’ he’s a vocalist in a death metal band and his label sends him out on tours, ranging from weeks to months, two or three times a year, so having pets is out of the question. He’s chatting with another coworker when I walk by. He suddenly calls after me:)

Coworker #1: “Oh! I thought of you this weekend!”

Me: “Should I be worried?”

Coworker #1: “No, I just went to the grocery store and there was a little kitty in the parking lot. He didn’t have a tail and he was SO CUTE. I spent about five minutes chasing him in circles trying to pet him and yelling, ‘WHY?! COME BACK! I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU!’”

Me: “Aww. I completely understand.”

Coworker #2: *shaking his head* “There’s something wrong with you guys.”