Here We Pokémon Go Again, Part 10

| USA | Non-Dialogue, Pokemon, Technology

I work in a medical office where we have a crack down on cell phone usage, as it is pretty out of hand. This coincided with the release of Pokémon Go. A couple of coworkers and I play, as does the supervisor.

Five pm hits, which marks the end of my shift. I pull my phone out of my purse and turn on the app, and an [Uncommon Pokémon] spawns in.

I catch it and brag to my coworker who feigns annoyance at me. I walk up to my boss’s office to let her know I’m leaving and to update her on the day’s tasks, ending with “oh, and there is an [Uncommon Pokémon] by my station.”

Without skipping a beat she picks up her phone and goes to find it.

Here We Pokémon Go Again, Part 9
Here We Pokémon Go Again, Part 8
Here We Pokémon Go Again, Part 7


This Counsellor Has Balls

| USA | Awesome Workers, Health & Body

(I go to counseling for personal issues. My counselor is an older man who speaks in a monotone voice that gives one the impression that he has a dry sense of humor. After a few months of therapy, I am beginning to feel really comfortable around him and open up a bit more.)

Me: “I don’t know. I sometimes feel like because I made that mistake, that I am not worthy of love.”

Counselor: “[My Name], it really pains me to hear you be so negative about yourself all of the time. You have a lot of great qualities, but you seem to focus only on the things that went wrong. I have an idea…”

(He opens a drawer in his desk, revealing a plethora of foam stress balls. He takes one out and throws it at me, hitting me in the shoulder. My jaw drops.)

Counselor: “Any time you say something negative about yourself, I am going to throw one of these at you… and I have about twenty or thirty in this drawer.


Strepped For Excuses

| VA, USA | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I go to the university health center suffering from a severe sore throat. I’m fairly certain that it is a strep infection, as I’ve had it before and recognize the symptoms, and know that I will need to be prescribed antibiotics to cure it.)

Me: *barely able to speak* “I think that I have strep throat. My throat is incredibly sore and painful, my tonsils are inflamed and have white streaks, and my lymph nodes are really swollen.”

Nurse: “Let’s run a pregnancy test first. You can go in to this bathroom.”

Me: “No. No, thank you. That’s not necessary. It’s my throat that’s bothering me.”

Nurse: “You should take one anyway.”

Me: “Um, no, I won’t. Can you please check my throat? I get strep regularly, and I think it’s back.”

Nurse: “Fine. Open your mouth.” *barely glances in my mouth* “It’s likely a sexually transmitted disease. First we’ll test for—”

Me: “What?! No, it’s not! Please, can you just do the strep test?”

Nurse: “Don’t be embarrassed. STDs happen in college. Here’s a pamphlet on safe sex. I’ll be right back…”

Me: “WOAH, listen, lady. I’m sure you do see a lot of STDs in here. But considering that I’ve never even seen a d***, much less had one in or around me, I suggest you stop wasting both of our time and give me a strep test!”

(Surprise, surprise, it was indeed strep!)


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.)


Will Need Some Stress Medications After This

| Knoxville, TN, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

(I have called several days prior to this to get some prescriptions written by my doctor, as they were originally prescribed to me in the hospital, but are long term medications for a few of my disorders. I had spoken to my doctor’s nurse, who said that it would be no problem to get them; just come in and pick up the prescriptions. Note that, due to my being in the hospital so often, my doctor has a standing order with her office staff that no matter when I show up, with or without an appointment, she’ll make time to see me. This happens just after they hire a new receptionist.)

Me: *to the front desk receptionist* “Hi, I’m [My Name] and I’m here to pick up some prescriptions that [Doctor] wrote me. [Nurse] said they’d be ready by last week, but today’s the first time I’ve been able to get here.”

Receptionist: “There’s a note in your file that says you have to make an appointment with the doctor before you can get those medications. You can’t have the prescriptions.”

Me: “But [Nurse] told me it would be fine!”

Receptionist: “The note in your file says that you have to see the doctor.”

Me: “So why didn’t anyone call me to tell me this?”

Receptionist: “The note in your file says—“

Me: “I KNOW what the file says! I’m asking why no one thought to call me with this information! I live over two hours away! Why did I have to drive all the way here to find this out!?”

Receptionist: “Well, the note is in your file. You should have known.”

Me: “Really? You expect me to know what notes y’all put in YOUR system, that I have no access to?”

Receptionist: “Well, the note is in your file. I don’t know what you want me to do about it.”

Me: “Actually, it’s YOUR job to call people when things like this come up.”

Receptionist: “Well, I DID put the note in your file, so I DID let you know!”

Me: *mentally face palming* “Okay, since I have to see the doctor, and I really need the medications TODAY, just go tell [Doctor] I’m here and I’ll see her when she’s got a minute. I’ll wait.”

Receptionist: “She’s too busy to see you today.”

Me: “That’s why I said I’ll wait. She’ll work me in.”

Receptionist: “No, she won’t. I’ll make you an appointment for [date three months away].”

Me: “I can’t wait that long! Just let her know I’m here, please.”

Receptionist: “No. I won’t. Just because YOU forgot to get your medications filled doesn’t make this an emergency. It’s YOUR fault; YOU deal with it.”

Me: “Wait, let me get this straight. I called for my medications over a week ago, no one called me to tell me that I had to see the doctor, you just put a note in my file in a system that I HAVE NO ACCESS TO, you’re refusing to tell the doctor even though I KNOW she’ll see me, and this is MY fault?!? By the way, I KNOW there’s a note taped to the wall just behind your computer telling you that I’m one of the people she’ll ALWAYS see, even without an appointment. Can you please look at it?”

Receptionist: *without even looking at the note* “No. It’s YOUR fault. Now go away.”

Me: “No. Look at the note. I’m not leaving until you do.”

Receptionist: *finally looks at the note* “That isn’t you. You’re just trying to get special treatment.”

Me: “Yes, it is. Look at it. My name is [My Name], my birthday is [date], and my social security number is [number].”

Receptionist: “I still don’t believe you. I’m not going to interrupt the doctor just because YOU forgot your medications and didn’t read the note in your file. Now GO AWAY!”

(She shouts the last part loud enough that several people in the waiting room turn to look. I’m near tears and have the beginnings of a panic attack. Luckily, her yelling brings my doctor into the reception office as well.)

Doctor: “[Receptionist], why are you shouting at my patient?!”

Receptionist: “Because she won’t leave! I’ve told her that she has to talk to you about getting her medications, which I put a note in her file about, so she should have known! Now she’s saying she’s on this special list, but I don’t believe it’s her. I just think she’s making it up so she doesn’t have to wait three months like she should have to! It’s not MY fault she forgot to get her meds on time!”

Doctor: “So, you put a note in her file, but didn’t call her to let her know she had to come in, even though that’s part of YOUR job? Then refused to let me know she’s here, even though she’s on my special list, just because you thought she was lying? Then you YELLED at her in front of everyone, even though stress is listed in her files as something that can LITERALLY put her in the hospital, sometimes for weeks?!”

Receptionist: “No! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Doctor: “You did EVERYTHING WRONG!”

(The receptionist continued to argue and my doctor ended up having to call security to have her removed from the building. She was still screaming “But I put a note in her file!” as she was being physically carried out. The kicker? It took my doctor less than five minutes to write the prescriptions I needed.)

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